<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318</id><updated>2012-01-22T01:05:19.692-08:00</updated><category term='I love writing'/><category term='Story'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Errrr'/><category term='Template'/><category term='Narration'/><category term='My passion'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Responsibility'/><category term='Friends here'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Spinsterhood'/><category term='From the Diary of an X-Spinster'/><category term='BRAG'/><category term='Photographer'/><category term='Free india?'/><category term='Nostalgic'/><category term='We better start thinking'/><category term='My music'/><category term='CORPORATE'/><category term='College Crisps'/><category term='College days'/><title type='text'>Marutham Speaks.....</title><subtitle type='html'>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 picture</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-8517662098313263424</id><published>2010-12-22T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T20:49:29.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spinsterhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From the Diary of an X-Spinster'/><title type='text'>From the Diary of an X-Spinster! PAGE 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Well dear friends :) HELLO AND HOW YOU ALL DOING? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I definitely missed you all ......&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;       I am now officially bang 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   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;X-Spinsters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;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 :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;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  ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/TRLTI9TLU-I/AAAAAAAAAYM/eHGVIFOAMqo/s1600/BLG1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/TRLTI9TLU-I/AAAAAAAAAYM/eHGVIFOAMqo/s200/BLG1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553733441348654050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;From the Diary of an X-Spinster! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Imagine an event in life that changes everything.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suddenly you are in a stranger's land where u know no one...no thing....&amp;amp; everything is new..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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! :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/TRLUTFtDBII/AAAAAAAAAYU/aBexJOHMHm4/s1600/Blg5-Kelly%2BWalker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/TRLUTFtDBII/AAAAAAAAAYU/aBexJOHMHm4/s200/Blg5-Kelly%2BWalker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553734714914964610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes! I am Happily* Married ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF PAGE 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; : "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;From the Diary of an X-Spinster!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-8517662098313263424?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8517662098313263424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=8517662098313263424' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/8517662098313263424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/8517662098313263424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2010/12/from-diary-of-x-spinster-page-1.html' title='From the Diary of an X-Spinster! PAGE 1'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/TRLTI9TLU-I/AAAAAAAAAYM/eHGVIFOAMqo/s72-c/BLG1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-2186143880302608498</id><published>2010-03-24T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:27:10.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanne Kalai Mane Marutham's Version</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/S6pLIwpcOnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YXFO1SxxMuA/s1600/KanneKalaiMane_Chart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/S6pLIwpcOnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YXFO1SxxMuA/s200/KanneKalaiMane_Chart.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452252912755161714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Everyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Its been quite sometime since i posted anything :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Here goes one of my all time favourite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Don't know how many of you still look into this corner, anyways here goes my post! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;A lot of friends have shown liking towards this track &amp;amp; it has reached Top position in the charts on the 2nd day since upload ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;http://soundclick.com/share?songid=8915235&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Hope you like it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Cheers! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Marutham &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-2186143880302608498?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://soundclick.com/share?songid=8915235' title='Kanne Kalai Mane Marutham&apos;s Version'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2186143880302608498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=2186143880302608498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/2186143880302608498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/2186143880302608498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2010/03/kanne-kalai-mane-maruthams-version.html' title='Kanne Kalai Mane Marutham&apos;s Version'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/S6pLIwpcOnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YXFO1SxxMuA/s72-c/KanneKalaiMane_Chart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-5895858646773833196</id><published>2009-12-13T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T07:38:32.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marutham's Version Of Taylor Swift's Love Story(Cover)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hello to all my dear friends who still drop by or should i say who still remember my URL :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Trying my best to stay alive in here.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Here below are few recent tracks that I had rendered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Recent Uploads- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My Version Of Taylor Swift's Love Story: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://soundclick.com/share?songid=8409699&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My Version of Shania Twain's - You're Still the One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-weight: normal; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://soundclick.com/share?songid=8353185&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My Version of - Malai Neram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-weight: normal; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://soundclick.com/share?songid=8148282&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2009/12/maruthams-version-of-taylor-swifts-love.html' title='Marutham&apos;s Version Of Taylor Swift&apos;s Love Story(Cover)'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-3886620660040877674</id><published>2009-09-28T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T00:06:11.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malai Neram_Marutham Version &amp; a funny incident! What if you were me...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/SsDdX8he7VI/AAAAAAAAAOE/UTIn0_aG-Ak/s1600-h/76038952.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/SsDdX8he7VI/AAAAAAAAAOE/UTIn0_aG-Ak/s200/76038952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;PS:This post was to be posted weeks back..anyways here it goes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Malai neram -My version &amp;amp; a funny incident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Do take your time to listen to the TWO tracks &amp;amp; give &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; feedback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Click&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=615738&amp;amp;content=songinfo&amp;amp;songID=8353185"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=615738&amp;amp;content=songinfo&amp;amp;songID=8353185"&gt;"HERE"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=615738&amp;amp;content=music"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;for My Version of "You're still the one" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 14px; white-space: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundclick.com/share?songid=8148282"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;here"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;for Malai Neram - My version, An Amateurs attempt -&gt; Feel free to yell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Its 100% an amateur's attempt! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What if you were me ... ? What would your reaction be?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;On a beautiful evening, I decided to go to one of the temple in my locality. I go for the darshan and pooja &amp;amp; then a few minutes chit chat with the priest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then I decide to come out &amp;amp; thats when i notice that something has gone missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ITS MY SANDALS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I start looking for it. Its a small temple &amp;amp; the place wasn't crowded or anything , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;just a few people were there. And i had left my sandal in a convenient spot, its impossible to get lost..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;After few minutes not knowing what to do, i go inside to tell ask the priest of what i should do now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He was actually shocked to hear this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He came running outside and exclaimed "In our temple?! It's not even crowded, it HAS to be somewhere here!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then he went out &amp;amp; looked around at all the ladies and said "Check if anyone has by mistake worn someone else's Sandals."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;" FIRST TIME EVER IN THE HISTORY OF THIS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;TEMPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; - WE HAVE THE CASE OF A MISSING SANDAL! " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He along with the other aunties in the temple started looking around now searching for the MISSING SANDAL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Wait wait wait... I then realize, i have missed out telling one MINOR important detail. Everyone is looking for a ladies sandal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh ohhh... I missed telling you as well, din't I? It was my DAD's Sandal that i had worn that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;After I crossed the age of wearing daddy's shirt - i changed my focus towards Sandals.Not just dad's but also mom's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I give them even chances! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;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..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And thats when this aunty gives me a very WEIRD look &amp;amp; asks... "So how does it look then?U mean the one with no design or flowers?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I do this little embaressed hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Some times aunties just dont get it do they?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"No aunty...its actually more like men's sandals. You know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I cant hide anymore "... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Its actually my Dad's! Its mens footwear!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;WHOAAAA! The whole bunch stops searching in the ladies section &amp;amp; looks @ me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It now looks like everyone is looking Through the glasses &amp;amp; some almost Jaw dropped! Is it such a huge offence??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;PLEASE! Like i broke the code of conduct to visit a temple!!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And thennnnnnnnnnn everyone starts laughing... including my friendly nice - uncle Priest! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then one aunty asks "Such a big girl wearing daddy's sandal?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ERRRRRRRRRRRRR! Whats with these aunties?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I manage to smile (hehe..) "It was a very short walk,so I really din't mind."(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Now get back to searching or leave home before i turn you into ashes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;One aunty kept looking @ me and went on giggling for a VERY LONG annoying time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now the priest smiled and said "May be its some guy who has mistaken your sandal,sorry! your dad's sandal for his! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He would get it back. I will let you know when he does"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well that is all i can take...i decide to smile a bye &amp;amp; run far far away from the sweet giggling aunties! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Like a good girl I thank the priest &amp;amp; all the aunties for thier time in searching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&amp;amp; some sweet aunties for their giggles &amp;amp; OUTSMART questions! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I come back home &amp;amp; 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!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;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!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Dad's words were "What would you do?! Its not your mistake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;" which means - NO ONE CAN STOP ME from trying his new sandals now! IT WAS AFTER ALL NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;MY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;MISTAKE ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;**~~~ ADIOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;~~~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Thanks to the friend who rang the bell. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-3886620660040877674?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://soundclick.com/share?songid=8148282' title='Malai Neram_Marutham Version &amp; a funny incident! What if you were me...?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3886620660040877674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=3886620660040877674' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/3886620660040877674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/3886620660040877674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2009/09/malai-nerammarutham-version-with-funny.html' title='Malai Neram_Marutham Version &amp; a funny incident! What if you were me...?'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/SsDdX8he7VI/AAAAAAAAAOE/UTIn0_aG-Ak/s72-c/76038952.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-3897982320380256641</id><published>2009-08-11T07:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T05:42:48.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing in the rain ...I am swoinnnnnng in the rain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Well.... life is like a music... Isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sometimes sweet like a melody , sometimes a rock, sometimes a pop.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Trying to save my life from MUTE MODE, I decided to find some time to sing few songs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Sing in the rain ...I am swoing in the rain..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Do listen to them and let me know your feedback. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nada sou- Japanese Song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=7654123&amp;amp;q=lo"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Nada sou - Japanese Song! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Vaseegara- From Minnale &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=7952868&amp;amp;q=lo"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Vaseegara - from Minnale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Anal mela pani thuli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=7888073&amp;amp;q=lo"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Anal Mela pani thuli &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If you have trouble listening through these links...u can hear them here-&gt;&gt;  , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/marutham"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Marutham's Tracks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;With Swine flu around.... i wish u all a good health and a long life! AND DONT HARM PIGS! :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Marutham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-3897982320380256641?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3897982320380256641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=3897982320380256641' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/3897982320380256641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/3897982320380256641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2009/08/sing-in-rain-i-am-swoinnnnnng-in-rain.html' title='Sing in the rain ...I am swoinnnnnng in the rain...'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-8741124934631702172</id><published>2009-03-29T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T08:33:14.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger 'N' Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sc9_7cWzlbI/AAAAAAAAANk/sxLsSFgtjmc/s1600-h/am+angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sc9_7cWzlbI/AAAAAAAAANk/sxLsSFgtjmc/s200/am+angry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anger Management! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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 &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-&gt; &lt;strong&gt;What is the best way to keep a check on your temper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-&gt; &lt;strong&gt;How do you manage ANGER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Is it possible to be ABSOLUTELY ANGER FREE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Angry me – a small incident on my birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 -&gt;  . 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 &amp;amp; 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”&lt;br /&gt;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?”&lt;br /&gt;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 &amp;amp; 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!&lt;br /&gt;We carried that teddy &amp;amp; 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?”&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORDS OF TRUTH – I never getaway just like that when I know I have been rude, I always get back and say &lt;em&gt;“I AM SORRY! I shouldn’t have!”&lt;/em&gt; but I wish I never have to apologize but control my anger before it is late.&lt;br /&gt;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.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tell me how you win your anger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trying to be anger free,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marutham! :)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-8741124934631702172?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8741124934631702172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=8741124934631702172' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/8741124934631702172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/8741124934631702172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2009/03/anger-n-me.html' title='Anger &apos;N&apos; Me!'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sc9_7cWzlbI/AAAAAAAAANk/sxLsSFgtjmc/s72-c/am+angry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-4657880277563533052</id><published>2009-03-22T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T10:10:20.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to chirp... ;)</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14696749@N08/2073569313/" title="Dripping colour by marutham, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2150/2073569313_f7b074571b_m.jpg" width="168" height="240" alt="Dripping colour" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am resuming singing after a long time now(After almost one and half years). Hope you like it...&lt;br /&gt;And thanks a ton to all the friends who had wished on my birthday last week.&lt;br /&gt;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 &amp;amp; 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. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one helped me .... Do let me know if you liked this version of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=7448286&amp;amp;q=hi"&gt;I have a dream by Marutham - BB &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=7448286&amp;amp;q=lo"&gt;I have a dream by Marutham - Dial Up &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-4657880277563533052?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4657880277563533052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=4657880277563533052' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/4657880277563533052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/4657880277563533052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-chirp.html' title='Back to chirp... ;)'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2150/2073569313_f7b074571b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-498703786770644446</id><published>2009-03-08T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T07:42:37.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PINK is power &amp; we ROCK! :) Wishing every women a SPECIAL DAY ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WOMAN - Such a powerful yet such a delicate word!&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &amp;amp; Great supporters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: A small note to all my girl friends is that – with great power &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; sense. Know what you do &amp;amp; do only the right! Never complain for what you are, there is always someone to make you better –&amp;amp; stop looking around for that someone, she is right here- ITS YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-498703786770644446?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/498703786770644446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=498703786770644446' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/498703786770644446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/498703786770644446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2009/03/pink-rock.html' title='PINK is power &amp; we ROCK! :) Wishing every women a SPECIAL DAY ....'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-5892557986842227369</id><published>2008-10-28T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T04:36:25.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Errrr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BRAG'/><title type='text'>What to WRITE ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/SQhFoKUhZAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/iA1LnQ9UeGc/s1600-h/16.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262532720849937410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/SQhFoKUhZAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/iA1LnQ9UeGc/s200/16.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After a good long Break ...once again am back to BUG :P&lt;br /&gt;Life is never the same ... :) A little High 'N' a little Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its been sometime since I wrote anything but scripts &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; the kind of life am forced to lead. The kind of project I am in should never be the first project for any fresher &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;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 &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; had continuously been irritating me in many ways &amp;amp; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(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.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; I would in mine. It is the quality of work that is important &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;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 &amp;amp; blue. She said that I am leaving many people worried by being too silent &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &amp;amp; with no regard take some other form later and behave like an animal and still expect you to forgive &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; it helped me pull myself out through this Crap. Alright its over now :) and am out of it &amp;amp; I have learnt one more precious lesson in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &amp;amp; do what you would not feel guilty for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life just keeps getting interesting ……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And am learning a lot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So long Dear! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-5892557986842227369?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5892557986842227369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=5892557986842227369' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/5892557986842227369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/5892557986842227369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-to-write.html' title='What to WRITE ?'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/SQhFoKUhZAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/iA1LnQ9UeGc/s72-c/16.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-1088200098833876198</id><published>2008-06-28T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T04:43:24.129-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BRAG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CORPORATE'/><title type='text'>And am BACK (to BANG?!...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/SGdQIHJTG6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/aFl50IOYYWY/s1600-h/ork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217226793619233698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/SGdQIHJTG6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/aFl50IOYYWY/s320/ork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.... Finally i have decided to pen down some of the things thats been running in my head since this JANUARY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;Well... The whole experience since joining Wipro had been remarkable &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; DAD so long. I couldn't survive a week without seeing them both, I was such a parent-addict!&lt;br /&gt;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) &amp;amp; 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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; start my work at office by 6. I am now working in the early morning shift &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; it is to my surprise that when I enter the office – I forget all the irritation I have because of staying away from parents &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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…&lt;br /&gt;I had been so out of touch with blog since my last post which I wrote before the completion of the training &amp;amp; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wrote this post on the Sunday evening… yeah few more hours left for me to catch my train…&lt;br /&gt;SOBS **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;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 &amp;amp; go to sleep again: P&lt;br /&gt;I have adopted this adorable one to help me wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/12Z6pWhM6TA&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" border="1" width="425" height="349" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-1088200098833876198?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1088200098833876198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=1088200098833876198' title='51 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/1088200098833876198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/1088200098833876198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-am-back-to-bang.html' title='And am BACK (to BANG?!...)'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/SGdQIHJTG6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/aFl50IOYYWY/s72-c/ork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-1795974440953250068</id><published>2008-02-25T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:42:36.201-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CORPORATE'/><title type='text'>BLINK BLINK BLANK BLANK... BLINK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/R8PCEqtDeGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/zI99OkgagZ4/s1600-h/WONDERING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171190182589986914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/R8PCEqtDeGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/zI99OkgagZ4/s400/WONDERING.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Friends...thank you all for the nice words.... I shall gt back soon &amp;amp; reply to the comments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give me some time.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a great day!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maruthu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;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... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-1795974440953250068?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1795974440953250068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=1795974440953250068' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/1795974440953250068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/1795974440953250068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2008/02/blink-blink-blank-blank-blink.html' title='BLINK BLINK BLANK BLANK... BLINK'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/R8PCEqtDeGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/zI99OkgagZ4/s72-c/WONDERING.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-418113624657886297</id><published>2008-01-16T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T01:34:53.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three tags &amp; ஒரு  குட்டி Bye :)</title><content type='html'>First of all belated pongal wishes .&lt;br /&gt;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 &amp;amp; now finally AFTER A LONG WAIT am entering the IT WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole experience had been wonderful &amp;amp; Enjoyable. I would be leaving home for the first time &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; Dad every morning... Oooo what a life. Am with MIXED FEELING now. Happy that am starting my carrier,  also BLUE for many other reasons :)&lt;br /&gt;Student life had been enjoyable &amp;amp; also adventurous. I did  my best to be a good student.&lt;br /&gt;I have heard people say not all good teachers were good students. hmmmm !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are too many things am gonna miss after leaving chennai-Home. Most importantly its my Mom-Dad-Home!&lt;br /&gt;#Then :) its &lt;span content="தமிழ்" style=";font-family:Latha,'Arial Unicode MS',Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:white;" length="7" word="thamizh" class="spanDispArea"  &gt;தமிழ்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span content="தமிழ்" style=";font-family:Latha,'Arial Unicode MS',Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:yellow;" length="7" word="thamizh" class="spanDispArea"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#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)&lt;br /&gt;#Orkut ;ofcourse, its been a great entertainment during the long leave ;)&lt;br /&gt;#Painting.... or basically the hobby.&lt;br /&gt;#Friends&lt;br /&gt;# Evening walks&lt;br /&gt;# Night time chat with mom &amp;amp; Sis&lt;br /&gt;# DINNER (With entire family)&lt;br /&gt;#My life style :)  ( It sure may change after you enter the RACE )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and most importantly &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; # THE IDLE ME # &lt;/span&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really highly disorganised with this post. So kindly do not lose your patience :D&lt;br /&gt;Am not the usual me - past few days. Probably because the time to leave home is nearing.&lt;br /&gt;And sorry to all my blog friends for my absence - i would try to be normal soon.&lt;br /&gt;I had been so lazy or preoccupied that am only now getting to post &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3 tags&lt;/span&gt; . I had made it a point that i write them before i leave. Let me get straight to posting the three tags :)&lt;br /&gt;One from our friend Sudhakar on Resolutions &amp;amp; the other from our friend Kaipulla on MY PHOTO 2007 :) &amp;amp; the other from Sudhakar again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Started writing this last week...or was it the previous week, Not very sure :)  SORRY for the delay sudhakar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;TAG1: Resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;tagged by : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679546010001456769" onclick="" rel="nofollow"&gt;Sudhakar&lt;/a&gt;  :) &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &amp;amp; check for area's where i had been a BAD GIRL &amp;amp; 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. &lt;i&gt;Thodachu vitutu poiklite iruka vendiyadhu dhaan &lt;/i&gt; )  Am sure sudhakar would already be in flames thinking &lt;i&gt; What was the TAG &amp;amp; what is she writing? &lt;/i&gt; 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 &amp;amp; MAKE UP YOUR OWN. EVIL? Yeah pure EVIL :P and count me in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;i&gt; RESOLUTION dhaan orey resolution'a  re re re re re-resolution :D . Urupuduma idhu? SAME DOUBT! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are:&lt;br /&gt;1996 and the following few years&lt;br /&gt;1) Not to fight with sis (&lt;i&gt; Idhu elaaa year'layum irukkum .. Avalum idha ezhudhina ninurukumo!? :P &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Not to miss Balvikas class. ( &lt;i&gt;Adhu elaam nalla pulaya irundhapo...Bhagavth gita... Moral stories... Sing bajans.....this and that..&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;3) Reduce play time (&lt;i&gt; ROTFL!  Namakelaam adhu romba kashtamnu theriyama ezhudhinadhu... &lt;/i&gt; 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 &amp;amp; told me this "&amp;amp;  So you better stop running around &amp;amp; hurting yourself. " I told Appa - " Your Doctor anyways ... You do have Dr. when you write your name ;so never mind dad!"&lt;br /&gt;4)Be helpful to Mom (No comments :) i really do not remember if i was ... )&lt;br /&gt;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.)&lt;br /&gt;Lot more from a stupid little girls diary ...but i stop here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year it was - TO BE A BETTER HUMAN BEING&gt; which so happens to be the same resolution i make each years since high school days.&lt;br /&gt;This time am leaving this as an OPEN TAG! Anyone who likes this &amp;amp; all those who have left a comment here are asked to consider taking up the tag :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;TAG2: My Best Photograph in 2007&lt;br /&gt;tagged by :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867930237145793460" onclick="" rel="nofollow"&gt;கைப்புள்ள&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a very interesting and also confusing tag ;) . Thanks to kaipullai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I had no second thought - i joined flickr.  Out of the many i loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2380/2095451540_649d553718_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do See my Flickr page &amp;amp; let me know if you liked something else better than this PIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this particular Tag  i am tagging friends who are recently into photography and am sure would not TURN DOWN :P the tag.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to Tag&lt;br /&gt;Jagan,&lt;br /&gt;Prakash,&lt;br /&gt;Raam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who is interested in taking up this tag is most welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;TAG3:  Blogger Award &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ePTQD8RGZEs/R4-HjWB20uI/AAAAAAAAAac/sQFoZQr1pe8/S212/Egle%2BNest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ePTQD8RGZEs/R4-HjWB20uI/AAAAAAAAAac/sQFoZQr1pe8/S212/Egle%2BNest.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Sudhakar for this Blog award. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;He had been very systematic &amp;amp; regular in the blog world. A very sweet person indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Its none other than &lt;a href="http://jeevansworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeevan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am in a big hurry now. So i will take leave ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye for now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-418113624657886297?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/418113624657886297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=418113624657886297' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/418113624657886297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/418113624657886297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2008/01/three-tags-bye.html' title='Three tags &amp; ஒரு  குட்டி Bye :)'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2380/2095451540_649d553718_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-8462613202673939604</id><published>2007-12-31T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T01:11:06.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOG! NEW YEAR! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/R3oAscI5l3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Snqa72VQ38w/s1600-h/new+year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/R3oAscI5l3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Snqa72VQ38w/s320/new+year.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150429887319349106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wish you all a very very&lt;/span&gt; HAPPY 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Make a guess on what the new blog could be, before you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://maruthamcooks.blogspot.com/"&gt;View Blog &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Marutham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;PS: Sudhakar :) Ur tag is still in my TO WRITE SOON list . Enna ezhudhradhunu dhaan therila... resolution &amp;amp; me ..romba dhooram . Sorry for the delay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!  :) &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-8462613202673939604?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/8462613202673939604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/8462613202673939604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-blog-new-year.html' title='NEW BLOG! NEW YEAR! :)'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/R3oAscI5l3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Snqa72VQ38w/s72-c/new+year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-4800887115146366614</id><published>2007-12-13T10:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T09:07:21.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>90th post! LANDMARK(Shop)  Attracts .. Billing counter Repells!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;LANDMARK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 2wentyears! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/R2F1s_9X_PI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wc4dRcbsqk8/s1600-h/landmark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/R2F1s_9X_PI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wc4dRcbsqk8/s320/landmark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143521665377369330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;The 90th post! &lt;/marquee&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Today was the 20th anniversary of Landmark !&lt;br /&gt;Landmark celebrated its 20th anniversary today. (Landmark since 13th Dec 1987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Keeping up with modern times"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Keeping up with Customers satisfaction?"&lt;br /&gt;I ask..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning we decided to visit the LANDMARK shop to get some books. Mom,Dad, me &amp;amp; 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.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;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!!! ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/R2Km3cI5lzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/v8VwIdakuLE/s1600-h/lnd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/R2Km3cI5lzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/v8VwIdakuLE/s200/lnd2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143857195787065138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The queue(s) were really long…I knew it was going to take time. So I told my dad &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; asked me to split the queue &amp;amp; take a new one. IDIOT HE WAS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Why do you ask us to start a new one there? Are there anyone to bill us here? I don’t see any counter!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And he went like “This que is growing longer …” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: “Yeah… Try getting them note this &amp;amp; be quick. What do expect us to do there? Stare at the wall? Or create more confusion?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;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 &amp;amp; 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! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad preferred to stay back &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; me pestering dad to take a seat, he got tired of my BLAH BLAH &amp;amp; went back to look into the new arrivals. Then Dad came back&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;for me after 15 mins &amp;amp; just 2 people had cleared out in my queue. And Dad was like “IS THE QUE MOVING AT ALL?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;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 &amp;amp; Notepads to bill ?” And the girls in front of me went like “YEAH!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Seems like that.. we have been queuing for ages! ” … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By this time these girls started to chat &amp;amp; we were talking. I enjoyed the chit chat with them. Poor girls, they waited to pay for “&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;CHAK&lt;/st1:city&gt;  &lt;st1:state&gt;DE&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;” &amp;amp; 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&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;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 &amp;amp; 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. …”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And Dad was like “DO NOT TELL ME YOU DNT EXPECT A CROWD! You should have been prepared with more counters &amp;amp; manpower ” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then this guy went like “Very very sorry sir! I will make sure this do not happen…Blah Blah ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad did know all these were mere excuses he is making so that Dad doesn’t make it an issue &amp;amp; complain. By this time, we were finally THERE! I just wanted to pay the bill &amp;amp; get the hell out of that place. Usually I smile or say a thank you before I recieve the bag &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; left. I knew Dad was pretty pissed off too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.xs4all.nl/%7Eernstmul/images/yahoo/07.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 28px; height: 28px;" src="http://www.xs4all.nl/%7Eernstmul/images/yahoo/07.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. OI! MY MOM, MY DAD, MY SIS :P &lt;dad&amp;amp; p=""&gt;&lt;/dad&amp;amp;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only the Billing time was HELL, rest of the day was really enjoyable.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;# 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;# Probably because you know we come to billing after deciding what we want &amp;amp; after spending so much time &amp;amp; picking the books or whatever. Dad told me something after 45 mins when I was the third one “Lets put them back &amp;amp; go home! That should DO!” Hearing this, some people who were far far far behind us in the queue :P &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;DID DO IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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 &amp;amp; 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%! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;# 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.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;# 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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/R2Kms8I5lyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/NdG4UCX5LMU/s1600-h/lnd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/R2Kms8I5lyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/NdG4UCX5LMU/s200/lnd1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143857015398438690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;# Before announcing a sale, you should also equip yourself (Man power &amp;amp; the goods) prepare to face double than what you expect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;# I don’t know what great business books tell you to be successful. But as a customer,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;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&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;give you excuse , for there are many others like you to sell their goods. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;# 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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;# I remember the places where the shop may not look very HIFI but people work dedicatedly, provide you good that you like &amp;amp; want, and who do not compromise in quality. They will have better profit than what we can imagine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Landmark did have good books &amp;amp; also a decent place (?) but the billing section, such a small place had spoiled all the Joy in visiting the shop. TALENTED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;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! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.xs4all.nl/%7Eernstmul/images/yahoo/08.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 19px;" src="http://www.xs4all.nl/%7Eernstmul/images/yahoo/08.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YEAH LAUGH! :P I HATE these machines, that creep up like worms &amp;amp; to climb on one of those and creep on…YIKES! I HATE IT!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always managed to use the lift &amp;amp; avoid these creepers through out my life. YESTERDAY! I made it…I finally used it! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But when we came back down – I insisted this time they let me come ONLY BY AN ELEVATOR &amp;amp; NOT AN ESCALATOR. We all used an elevator &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;( Why call it just an ELEVATOR/LIFT when it also helps u come down? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.xs4all.nl/%7Eernstmul/images/yahoo/14.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://www.xs4all.nl/%7Eernstmul/images/yahoo/14.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; NOW THAT IS A QUESTION YOU NEED TO THINK ABOUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Hahahaa :D  ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;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.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/R2KnJcI5l0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/odzRnjlP2c0/s1600-h/lnd3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/R2KnJcI5l0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/odzRnjlP2c0/s200/lnd3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143857505024710466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO visit the place , they do have good books &amp;amp; if you see a VERY LONG Queue then these guys haven’t learnt their lesson. You kindly put the books back &amp;amp; leave the place. Come home blog about it :P &amp;amp; let me know you have a post! &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ADIOS!&lt;br /&gt;~Maruthu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-4800887115146366614?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4800887115146366614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=4800887115146366614' title='78 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/4800887115146366614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/4800887115146366614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2007/12/landmark-attracts-billing-counter.html' title='90th post! LANDMARK(Shop)  Attracts .. Billing counter Repells!'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/R2F1s_9X_PI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wc4dRcbsqk8/s72-c/landmark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>78</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-5672976508765739852</id><published>2007-12-02T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T05:42:45.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOTAL DAMAGE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/R1MfpgA62QI/AAAAAAAAAH8/P798lXawGTI/s1600-R/FROG1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/R1MfpgA62QI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0FH0T6tDB1k/s400/FROG1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139486397588756738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;இடுக்கண்  வருங்கால் நகுக!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/76.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 44px; height: 22px;" src="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/76.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///D:/DOCUME%7E1/macro/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Croak Croak....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;Having been out of station and this &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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)&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;I may have some parts of the incidents written in tamil..non tamil friends kindly bare :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;  பலர் பாத்து பயந்து ஓடுர ஓட்டம் தெரியுது :P WHAT TO DO!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;# When my nephew was here….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/79.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 18px;" src="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/79.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some guests at home.Myself &amp;amp; my nephew were sitting on the floor and playing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.)&lt;br /&gt;Then the guest asks him “Ask her to sing us a song.”  (&lt;i&gt;எலே மொக்கச்சாமி! என் கிட்ட கேக்காம அதென்ன லே அங்க soundu?!! &lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;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 &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; never really sang.&lt;br /&gt;My nephew who was sitting on my lap looks up at me &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;மாப்ள  ரொம்ப மிஸ் பண்றேன் டா! :(&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOPS ...Did i get serious there.. Okie okie..no sweat! No more Ms.Serious. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;# At the wedding....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;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 &amp;amp; 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............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;That is when almost everyone there turned &amp;amp; looked behind me searching the source of sound! ROTFL!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/107.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 24px;" src="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/107.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;People were clueless that its ME who had called out loud. They probably expected a male figure :P &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; i also looked back to see if any one's there and ran to the kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;#In the new house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;We have new neighbors. One day  we meet this aunty &amp;amp; her daughter in law. When they were talking she spots one of my painting &amp;amp; asks who did this?  amma tells her  " Yeah. Thats my daughter's.She sings well too... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;And she looks at me like  -- YOU??  :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Well no wonder, from the day we came here i am croaking &amp;amp; people here doesn't know my real voice at all. Am glad she dnt run out of the house screaming!! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;hahahahaha....Then  i came for the rescue &amp;amp; clarified things. And she was like....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/78.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 33px; height: 22px;" src="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/78.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# With One of my college mate on the phone ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He: Hello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:(Croak croak...no i mean) HELLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He: May i speak to maruthu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: SPEAKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He: Who is this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Nakkala??!! Its mee....whatsup? :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He: YOU?? U stil with this voice?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Oh..how long has it been...when did u call me last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He: Are u educated?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ME: Well, where did we meet then :P I dumbose... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He: #$^#$&amp;amp;%$*%^$(%^(*#%( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/76.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 46px; height: 23px;" src="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/76.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He: Well, i dnt call up to hear an insane person croak for weeks. Better meet Doctor or never talk to me. Am hanging ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:  :O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[Beep][Beep] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;# During housewarming....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Well there are many familiar faces. Obviously everyone would expect you to say hi hello how u doing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;And whenever i started with hello.. there was this reaction"  :O " please take the pain to paste the smiley in yahoo &amp;amp; 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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;And then i go like..."Its alright its alright...Its just my voice....fear not!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;எத்தன பேரு கிட்ட தான் , எத்தன வாட்டி தான் சொல்ல முடியும் " இது  நான் தான் , என் குரல் தான். யாரும் பயப்பட வேண்டாம்.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;#While walking back home with sis on a deserted street... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;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 &amp;amp; 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 ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/61.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 23px; height: 23px;" src="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/61.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;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 &amp;amp; my sis had a company join us &amp;amp; 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"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;# A very very old friend of dad's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;We visited a typical britain lady who happened to be one of appa's friends wife. Dad &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/108.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 36px; height: 20px;" src="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/108.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; 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 &amp;amp; move on! Thats what i told myself everytime i was left embaressed :P &amp;amp; tired! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;#Meeting up an old school mate (First standard friend) after all the years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;As we went chatting she said " But your voice.... Your voice has changed a lot. The rest ..no change ur the same maruthu ! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Me : " Well....you can correct the sentence. Voice..this is not how i sound. :) Unmaya dee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/66.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 24px; height: 24px;" src="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/66.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;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" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;But it was funny ... and pretty annoying at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even at times where we freak out, i have good record for taking things light &amp;amp; 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 ...&lt;br /&gt;I would like you all to have a good laugh with me :)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/67.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 27px; height: 19px;" src="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/67.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~ Maruthu ~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-5672976508765739852?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5672976508765739852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=5672976508765739852' title='84 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/5672976508765739852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/5672976508765739852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2007/12/croak-croak.html' title='TOTAL DAMAGE!'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/R1MfpgA62QI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0FH0T6tDB1k/s72-c/FROG1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>84</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-5428886391720104787</id><published>2007-11-05T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T10:44:15.877-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Responsibility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We better start thinking'/><title type='text'>Do not Neglect the mirror!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RzAPbIZnpII/AAAAAAAAAH0/47JELos916E/s1600-h/Mirror6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RzAPbIZnpII/AAAAAAAAAH0/47JELos916E/s400/Mirror6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129616934360818818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; This is just the preview..#8 page long story would b published later.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A mirror speaks!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;While am resting here to be carried away, I am reminded about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;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 &amp;amp; you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;People, they generally come towards us &amp;amp; want to see the best. Sometimes they do get annoyed &amp;amp; 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 &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;US FLYING KISS TOO at times-Rarely ;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Babies keep coming to us; sometimes keep looking at us for hours. Sometimes they keep smiling &amp;amp; chuckles when they see us reflect their beautiful smile. Ahh… I can spend a whole life reflecting their beautiful emotions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pet cats &amp;amp; dogs playing around unless they are tired or carried away.Hehe.. I just love to see the way they keep scratching us. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Gorgeous girls ;) standing for hours &amp;amp; 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. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Handsome boys trimming their mustaches. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;LOL! Some amateurs just don’t understand the word “Symmetry”. Glad I don’t have a mustache.&lt;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Expecting mothers – First timers especially, trying in fact struggling to fit in their old clothes. Hahaa… You should see their emotions, so very rare &amp;amp; unique! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Even they themselves will not be able to see that again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; I Shall tell you later about the stories my friends have told me. &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But I do have few points to tell you from my experiences &amp;amp; my friend’s.Well, don't get offended by anything said here , won't you understand &amp;amp; cope when your friend says something that you do not like.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;#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. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;#Each of you are unique &amp;amp; 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?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No! We do not have an identity like you. You have been&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;lucky to be what you are. And I feel the same way too!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;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 &amp;amp; do not fail to see what you see.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;#Looking at the mirror is good, for many reasons. You know how you look &amp;amp; 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?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;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” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;# We help you groom yourself. Sometimes the greatest way to practice your speech or presentation is by standing in front of the mirror &amp;amp; practicing your speech. There is no one better than yourself to note what the mistakes are &amp;amp; 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. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;#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 &amp;amp; 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?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then why scare us &amp;amp; the rest? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I wish I could personally call you or at least scream &amp;amp; cry when you wear a silly dress that is NOT made for you. But we cannot, we are only designed to reflect &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;# 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.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;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! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Come on! Smile – I would like to do that when I leave you. That’s Nice! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How was my smile? ;) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly “Never neglect the  mirror!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-5428886391720104787?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5428886391720104787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=5428886391720104787' title='57 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/5428886391720104787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/5428886391720104787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2007/11/do-not-neglect-mirror.html' title='Do not Neglect the mirror!'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RzAPbIZnpII/AAAAAAAAAH0/47JELos916E/s72-c/Mirror6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>57</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-7680961938076957352</id><published>2007-10-08T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T05:13:21.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photographer'/><title type='text'>Pesugiren pesugiren ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RwqF_MBlI5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ew_BxnoXBDU/s1600-h/alltask3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 131px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RwqF_MBlI5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ew_BxnoXBDU/s320/alltask3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119051247066096530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lost/Dead/Quit/Disturbed/Sick/Sad???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you were clicking any of the above reason for my absence :D am sorry, you are wrong.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sorry for not informing &amp;amp; sorry for being very irresponsible. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So for that reason I have a special track uploaded for the friends here. Before I forget- MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;For all the delay from my side am uploading three songs this time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5850567&amp;amp;q=lo"&gt; Corrs Heart like wheel- Dialup &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5850567&amp;amp;q=hi"&gt; Corrs Heart like wheel- BB &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5850484&amp;amp;q=lo"&gt; Pesugiren Pesugiren-Dialup &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5850484&amp;amp;q=hi"&gt;Pesugiren Pesugiren-BB &lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5660879&amp;amp;q=lo"&gt;Surprise Try hearing -Dialup &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5660879&amp;amp;q=hi"&gt;Surprise Try hearing -BB &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;And yes- finally after hearing many friends recommend - am into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; flick&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;r .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14696749@N08/"&gt; Here is my flickr page- Click to view my pics.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The feeling that someone remembers you – is the best. Especially when they get mad at you …. You have every right to express your anger. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;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 &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888060152629628438"&gt;Naveen&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679546010001456769"&gt;Sudhakar&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795149371701803414"&gt;MM&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381188794047948690"&gt;Dhil d Desperado&lt;/a&gt; and one of them &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795149371701803414"&gt;MM&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10165156073792229190"&gt;rsubras&lt;/a&gt; had returned to read the next post too :) .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Writers block..??? :&lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;P NO WAY&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have the Anti-Writers block . For I have too many things that I wanted to write about.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;JULY# &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;about Since this could probably be the longest vacation for us- Me &amp;amp; Sis decided to ask mom to take a break &amp;amp; visit few relatives with my cousin as Dad was busy. So I was in charge, enjoyed Cooking, the household work &amp;amp; did some&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;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 &amp;amp; so did our family. All these kept me tight. Then mom returned &amp;amp; we were busy with the house shifting formalities &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;FRIENDSHIPDAY: &lt;/span&gt;IT WAS TOO SPECIAL&gt; Yes other than the present friends calling &amp;amp; wishing. There were couple of calls whose voice I could not recognize but they seem to know a lot about me &amp;amp; family. There were few name calling from some girls &amp;amp; then the boys distracted by still listing details about me. At one point I was gonna pull all my hair out of my head &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; 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 &amp;amp; they called up &amp;amp; wished. We were all on conference call &amp;amp; I totally enjoyed it. Could tell my friends almost all that had happened that time &amp;amp; I was the one who remembered many events. We all had a loud laugh &amp;amp; most of the friends were surprised to see me remember all of them &amp;amp; infact some of them told- “ You have not changed a bit. I could already see your sunshine smile &amp;amp; that kiddo face. NOT A CHANGE – only have grown sweeter. Am glad you are still the same girl we knew then. “&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;So were they- entire bunch was terribly sweet &amp;amp; it was like I got back an old treasure. Class 1 friends :D who wouldn’t feel that way!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AUG - SEP #&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;First and the foremost…. My brother’s visit. He had come down from &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;USA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; with his family &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; it hasn’t bid goodbye to me yet. My throat is so deep in trouble :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And how can I forget mentioning about the GREAT time me &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; Sis. I love him a lot &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; I used to do the same. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SOBS*SOBS*… Far across the distance &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;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&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; 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&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;NOT TO CRY. I have told this a few times in my blog- I hate CRYING &amp;amp; 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!!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That night myself &amp;amp; Dad went to drop them at the airport &amp;amp; I enjoyed the ride , with my kutty maaps sitting on my lap. Dad &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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……..&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Azhugai?? Ayyahooooo!! Enna oru izhukku…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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 &amp;amp; started crying….&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;(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 &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;elam&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; vechu colour panuven- yaaru enna pada soli adam panuva - yaar ena oru nal vidama anba vandhu ezhupuva?????- LOT MORE…. &lt;b&gt;Azhudhadhu vekama poi naan appa pinadi poi oliya try pani&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“polaampa please’nu “ sonadhu nenacha – ippa kooda enaku siripa iruku!!! Che- puppy shame puppy shame&lt;/b&gt;) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anna was surprised-shocked-puzzled-funny I dnt know what – at that state I could only understand he dint expect me cry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;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 &amp;amp; told him to give me a big hug &amp;amp; kiss.&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Sari’nu vitangalaaa??? Avana thookiktu – andha thadupa thaandi neetiktu ena kita vara solli “ Athaiku oru big hug &amp;amp; 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!”) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; And appa tried to comfort me – but the only option for me was “ TURN BACK &amp;amp; RUNNNNNNNNNNNN”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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 &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976"&gt;CVR&lt;/a&gt; . 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. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And the other song which I happened to hear even before the movie was released is the “Pesugiren …” track from Sattham podadhey. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And Apologizing for disappearing – I got the special song where I have done something which I HAVE NOT DONE IN ANY OF MY&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;PREVIOUS TRACKS. Sorry song ;) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And you can view some of the pictures that I clicked during the small trip we had last week. Mom,Dad, Sis &amp;amp; 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&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;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 &amp;amp; Thiruvanaikkal&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;happens to be in the middle of the place where the cauvery diverges into two and then joins later. We had our uncle &amp;amp; appa’s friend join us for the thiruvanaikkal trip.I will  leave you with that.  Will come back with something  interesting the newt time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Maruthu…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PS: Pesugiren pesugiren Lyrics was extra ordinary &amp;amp; without knowing that it is from the movie Satham podadhey &amp;amp; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-7680961938076957352?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://googlr.com/search?hl=en&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=spell&amp;resnum=0&amp;ct=result&amp;cd=1&amp;q=Satham+podathey&amp;spell=1' title='Pesugiren pesugiren ....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7680961938076957352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=7680961938076957352' title='94 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/7680961938076957352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/7680961938076957352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2007/10/pesugiren-pesugiren.html' title='Pesugiren pesugiren ....'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RwqF_MBlI5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ew_BxnoXBDU/s72-c/alltask3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>94</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-7937315806418371618</id><published>2007-07-27T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T11:15:07.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Responsibility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free india?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We better start thinking'/><title type='text'>MEDIA Culture - growing Uncultured.</title><content type='html'>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?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To hear the song please click on the appropriate links given below, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5600859&amp;q=lo"&gt; I'll stand by you - For  Dial up users&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5600859&amp;amp;q=hi"&gt; I'll stand by you -For BB users&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, coming to the post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;MEDIA Culture - Growing Uncultured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Last week was excellent for We in our family did get some time to spend with together &amp; 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.)  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was told it is an ADULTS only movie. So I rechecked the timing- it was the evening movie!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;DUH!!!&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Are people losing sense these days?? Don’t we get to watch a decent movie ATLEAST&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;on weekends??On a Sunday evening..come on! There got to be a mistake! But nope, that was the movie played that evening &amp; we ended up watching a different show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;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.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVIES- &lt;/span&gt;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 &amp;amp; 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?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These days most of them in the movie industry do not seem to realize the responsibility &amp; that is one reason am so against people going crazy over those who don’t even realize the fact that they are spoiling &amp;amp; corrupting young minds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not just &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hero’s&lt;/span&gt;, but the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; heroines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;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 &amp; white movies’s!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;:O yes ofcourse….There are decent one’s in later years too..) Revathy, Suhasni….. And a FEW more.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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 &amp;amp; the costumes for the dance &amp; 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 &lt;i&gt;Ayyo pathikuchu…pathikuchu…&lt;/i&gt; And I went like. “Did I by mistake change the channel or something?” From no where people start dancing in the stage &amp;amp; the kid who was supposed to be in bed sleeping is there in the podium sitting watching the dance. &lt;i&gt; Apdiye potaalum..ippo mazhai ila peyudhu..edhuku indha ponnu pathikuchunu koovings?? Kodumai !?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our tamil industry &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hero’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are not exceptional- they are ok with any silly mannerisms &amp; 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 &amp;amp; worry me! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What are they to be celebrated as great heroes for?? Instead they can go for a Mr.Bean or say vivek rasigar mandram &amp; 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 &amp;amp;even make you laugh! He has a huge fan club :D Lets not pull him here…..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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 &amp; corrupting young minds is one! Well, the language~ Dialogue- acting- dance- ….in the name of this, these guys do all funny awkward things &amp;amp; they are accepted by a huge crowd. To be frank not just accepted but celebrated too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Name just any movie – any actor - any thing. They go HOOGAA HOOGAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If it’s the TOSS…”hey macha Toss superdaa..Naan first day first show parthen da.nee?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or PORIKI-…”Dey PORIKI…enna padam da… Namma vaal/mooku/kannu enama nadichrukaar pathiya. Kovil dhaan”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or FREEDOM-… “Freedom! Summa top gear’la odudhula padam. 3 dhadava pathuten dee!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have no personal aversion towards any one in the movie industry. But I do respect people who act with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOME DIGNITY &amp; RESPONSIBILITY&lt;/span&gt;, which is like....very rare now. Thanks to people with some dignity like ;) aravind swamy who has gently withdrawn from this rat race. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If and only if the directors, script writers, lyricist &amp; 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 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;numb &lt;/span&gt;to such non-sense. Simply by repeatedly getting us used to see such non-sense they are trying to impose &amp; make us take it as sense. But non-sense is always going to be that. And we must not forget it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;We are able to understand that the media is not actually bothered about what to play, when to play &amp;amp; movie makers too forget what SENSE is. If we are paying Rs 50 for a drink &amp; there a sip of drainage in it we cannot ignore it. Will you?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;feel dizzy. They are so much spoiled by the media.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RqosEAfpGSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/J9SkoALJwSY/s1600-h/NOTE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RqosEAfpGSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/J9SkoALJwSY/s320/NOTE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091930776059582754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; NOTE TO THE PARENTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;# Know what your kid is watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;# Suggest the shows that are suitable for them to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;#Encourage them to go outside &amp; play. Trust me, it is better than watching the stupid box. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;#Channels like Discovery, National geography,History channel can also be fun.Do find out programs that could interest your kid in the junior time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Of course Disney,pogo,CN,Nickelodeon,...goes without saying. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;# 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;#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." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;# Do tell them that- it is only an entertainer and not a preacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;# 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 &amp; tell that it is Wrong &amp;amp; not to follow or imitate these. It may be entertaining &amp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;# 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="courier new" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;# 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 &amp; do watch it with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;# Try to make your kid understand what may be suitable to watch &amp; what not in your absence too. Encourage the kid being responsible by reward-punishment method. Punish doesn’t mean spanking the kid :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Let them grow healthy…. Healthy mind is necessary for a healthy body.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Growing up cultured is even more important!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All that I have shared in this post are my personal views. They are not intended to offend any one. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thavarai meendum meendum seivadhanaal, adhu sari endru aagi vidaadhu! Adhanai pondradhey idhu - indraya thiraipada kalachaaram.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-7937315806418371618?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7937315806418371618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=7937315806418371618' title='105 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/7937315806418371618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/7937315806418371618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2007/07/media-culture-growing-uncultured.html' title='MEDIA Culture - growing Uncultured.'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RqosEAfpGSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/J9SkoALJwSY/s72-c/NOTE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>105</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-2698901419317469908</id><published>2007-07-10T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T05:13:53.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Tags 2 &amp; 3   and  "Uppu kallu" song-My version</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RptZHkrXEaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kCUQ5lnv99g/s1600-h/tag+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RptZHkrXEaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kCUQ5lnv99g/s320/tag+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087758190684606882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Back with the remaining two tags :D&lt;br /&gt;TAG 1 - &lt;a href="http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2007/07/uppu-kallu-song-my-version.html"&gt; Here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG &lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;2 &amp;amp; 3 follow ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;~~~~~~~~#8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;#~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tag 2  - #8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pakkatamilan.blogspot.com/"&gt;GOPS&lt;/a&gt; Tagged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me on this. Here is what the tag is about. Rules follow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are supposed to write 8 facts about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are to tag eight more people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You should tell them that they are tagged &amp;amp; they are supposed to follow these rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, I am planning to write “#8 Facts” that most of you may not know about me.Good things about TAG! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Before I start writing my tag I wanted to share this piece of information about tags. They are my opinion &amp;amp; u may differ with it .&lt;/span&gt;(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)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Tags are like social party- they help us get to know our friends &amp;amp; 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 &amp;amp; Cross marks. They infact help you mend yourself &amp;amp; again – u may differ in this view &amp;amp; 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 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;IDC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;#8 Facts…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You may not know these facts about me :P but promise you wudn’t run away from my blog but return again :D heheee….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;1)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;DANCE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;– 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;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)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; to have a family that is proud to have you ! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;2)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;KIDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;– 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 &amp;amp; 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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;3)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;NEAT &amp;amp; NICE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want the things around me to be nice &amp;amp; neat. Sometimes am too picky. Dress- food- Colours in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; curtain.. name it. They &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;need not be very expensive but they HAVE TO BE NICE &amp;amp; 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) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;4)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Cooking: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;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!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;5)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Stage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 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…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;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 &amp;amp; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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? …”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;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&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;6)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Cartoons :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Love them anytime all time. And living without watching cartoon is so not possible. The time I had been to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;mysore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; &amp;amp; there watching tv that had no cartoon channels was TERRIBLE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even during exams I used to watch atleast one show for the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;7)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sense of humor: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Close circle of people would know that. I have a strange sense of humor. I cannot control laughing the moment the joke strikes in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;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. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would get terribly funny with my jokes. Walking with friends- happen to see something &amp;amp; my imagination would get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WILD&gt;.. 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)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; has questioned why? Because am a very sincere silent student! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;8)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Turtle – Lion principle.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I live by my principles &amp;amp; sometimes I stick to them so firm, there is no second thought about my decision. At times am as adjusting &amp;amp; tolerate very much. I am compromising &amp;amp; calm as much as a turtle. But at times when it comes to my loved one’s (or even my most sensitive issue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;joy &amp;amp; smile that pops which only would happen when they understood you totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To look back even I would go “Was that me…PHEW!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXTRA-&lt;/span&gt; NEVER’s in my life - Circus show, Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Theatre (Not even  during college days- TRUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ME!) , Fire Crackers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;……. NEVER WILL THEY BE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;NOTE:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Notice the pic up there?? &lt;/span&gt;In memory of John Ritter who passed away in 2003 Sep 11. I love this show a lot &amp;amp; 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! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do u recognize what the serial is ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am leaving this as an OPEN tag. Anyone &amp;amp; everyone who comment  may please kindly take this up if they are interested ! I shall be glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;********Thinking blogge&lt;/span&gt;r award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: normal;"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: normal;"&gt;TAG 3-  Thinking blogger award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RptbCkrXEbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ZZKrbzyGMVU/s1600-h/thinkingblogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RptbCkrXEbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ZZKrbzyGMVU/s320/thinkingblogger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087760303808516530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hm.. Our friend &lt;a href="http://hunky4gals.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brute&lt;/a&gt; passed it on to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I now have to pass it to 5 others. I was thinking of people who are not dormant with blogs came to my mind &amp;amp; the 5 categories automatically reminded me few. Choosing those who flashed first are now getting this &amp;amp; they would have to pass it 5 others . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;STORY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Direction screen play – editing… NONE OTHER THAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Harish* ( Big bro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His king kong returns :P &amp;amp; recently the one on Himesh… :P Hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;POETRY: &lt;/span&gt;I classified this to tamil. And there are two people share equal credit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Dreamz*&amp;amp; *Bharani* ( I rembr t nick- I used to call him kavignarey… ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUMOR: &lt;/span&gt;If there gotto be a funny post anytime all time. There is no exception for his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                     comments too :P None other than * My days Gops!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PHILANTHROPY: &lt;/span&gt;*Balaji*(I am reminded of his comment on my post when I wasn’t able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;  to                                         help the girl in the railways station. He has done some social work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;too)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GENERAL:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two people came to my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://srijithunni.blogspot.com/"&gt;Srijith&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; *Nirek*.May it be any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now they have to tag 5 others under 5 categories ( The categories may not necessarily be the same as I have done.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RpNRuZ1183I/AAAAAAAAAGc/tTEBdm1F9zI/s1600-h/karuppasamy01ld2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RpNRuZ1183I/AAAAAAAAAGc/tTEBdm1F9zI/s320/karuppasamy01ld2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085498261883974514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my version of the song&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Uppu kallu thaneerukku yaekka pattadhu.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5539629&amp;amp;q=lo" target="_blank"&gt;Uppu kallu - Dial up version&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5539629&amp;amp;q=hi" target="_blank"&gt;Uppu kallu - BB version&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long time i heard one of Bombay Jayashree's track from the recent/decent movie &amp;amp; fell in love with it after the very first hear !&lt;br /&gt;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 :)&lt;br /&gt;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&amp;amp; WATCH the original track too  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;Well thats all from my side.... :) Its your turn now&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-2698901419317469908?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2698901419317469908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=2698901419317469908' title='131 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/2698901419317469908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/2698901419317469908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2007/07/uppu-kallu-song-my-version.html' title='Tags 2 &amp; 3   and  &quot;Uppu kallu&quot; song-My version'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RptZHkrXEaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kCUQ5lnv99g/s72-c/tag+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>131</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-6034468110109834024</id><published>2007-06-26T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T05:15:12.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Tagged – Sivaji – Uyirum neeye Song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RoIQn51181I/AAAAAAAAAGM/kG-MJ5W06vw/s1600-h/Chicken+Soup+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RoIQn51181I/AAAAAAAAAGM/kG-MJ5W06vw/s200/Chicken+Soup+book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080641607354938194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tagged – Sivaji REVIEW :p– Uyirum neeye Song!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;: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! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wonder why people make&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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 &amp; 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.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5495122&amp;q=lo" target=""&gt;My version of Uyirum neeye~~ For Dialup conxn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5495122&amp;amp;q=hi" target=""&gt;My version of Uyirum neeye~~ For BB conxn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ahem :D &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am Back again…This time with a TAG :D &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Brute&lt;/span&gt; – I will post your tag next! :D Give me a little time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am given THE “thinking blogger award” My next post would be on that probably. And after that it would be Gops’ 8 Tag! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Gops &lt;/span&gt;– 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&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some times back -I have been tagged&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;a href="http://iamvisheshur.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vishesh&lt;/a&gt;. The tag is on the book am currently reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just love tags , vishesh &amp; thank you very much for tagging :) and do accept my apologies for posting it very late. There was friendly reminder from “&lt;a href="http://alittlelight.blogspot.com/"&gt;a little light”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With no further delay I am posting the tag here&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;:) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The rules of this tag are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name the person who tagged you with a link to his/her blog.&lt;br /&gt;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.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag five people &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#1- have done that. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Vishesh&lt;/span&gt; tagged me :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#2 – Ok the book that am currently reading….U mean right  now?Hm…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was reading “The Chicken Soup  for the Woman’s soul” It is really like a SOUP – I sometimes blindly take up  some page &amp; 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&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;is all about.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;Ahem…This is not a recipe book :D  and I am a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;vegetarian&lt;/span&gt;. And for those of you who have already started saying  “Uff…not another girlie book “&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has great series &amp; you must give it a try.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Yaaru ba adhu …Maruthu enna soup book elaam padika  aramichtaanga- Samayal’la erangitangalonu kekradhu?? :P Book &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;peru&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;  dhaan Soup – The only has recipes on happy living :) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHY?? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;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..  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt; 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 &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;..what not. They have list of topics that has  pages on Stories, Real life incidents, Poems, Cartoons too….most importantly  it motivates you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;My suggestion is you could try..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;Chicken Soup &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;#For the Soul -&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Chicken Soup for the Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is a  series of books, usually featuring a collection of short, inspirational  stories and motivational essays.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;#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)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;#For Sisters (Haven’t read that  yet… Could not find one)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;#For Father ‘n’ Son&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#For Mother ‘n’ Daughter&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#For golfers &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The list goes on….. Who knows you may even end up finding  your name &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in the cover :P&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Chicken Soup for &lt;i&gt; Your name  &lt;/i&gt; :P &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kidding…. :) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now coming to the #3 rule ……&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Page 123 – yes of course, this book has more than that :P  just name/number it&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt;  page’s 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; paragraph would make NO Sense :) to any of my friends  here. Would it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I thought I would pick out something that is not very long  – which you could read -understand &amp; enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FEW QUOTES from the book , &lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;  hmmmm…..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;We       are not rich by what we posses but rather by what we can do without.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;We       don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;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 )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;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. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CARTOON&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt; AHEM AHEM :P  …&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I thought I could scan the page – but I did not want to  delay – so here I go…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;CATHY is on the phone….. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Him: okay, I’ll see u later cathy! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cathy: LATER as in TONIGH or LATER as in SOMETIME IN THIS  LIFE TIME ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Him:Oh..hahahahah..Give me a call sometime.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Him: You’re a Riot , cathy. Well, ive got to go.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cathy: I’M A RIOT as in YOU LOVE ME or I’M A RIOT as in WE  JUST BROKE UP?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the phone call is over.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;CATHY: Hmm…. Men should come with Instruction booklets !  BLINK BLINK. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;More…??Lazy DUMBO :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Just get the book &amp; read :) You wont regret!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am choosing to randomly tag people who come to my mind when  I think about books &amp;amp; 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…. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;# Brute&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;# Gops- Devil&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;# Jagan&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;# R Subras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;# KK&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If your name is left out &amp; you love tags ;) Do let me  know.....&lt;br /&gt;I have two more..adhula u will be in!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hope you enjoyed the tag.&lt;br /&gt;Take care &amp;amp; Cheers! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Maruthu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-6034468110109834024?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6034468110109834024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=6034468110109834024' title='116 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/6034468110109834024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/6034468110109834024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2007/06/tagged-sivaji-uyirum-neeye-song.html' title='Tagged – Sivaji – Uyirum neeye Song!'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RoIQn51181I/AAAAAAAAAGM/kG-MJ5W06vw/s72-c/Chicken+Soup+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>116</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-1120147974862100282</id><published>2007-06-05T21:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T04:44:58.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photographer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Come with me- lets go on a small ride along the village side…..  :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmgoWpuFT9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/BvO9IrOr9_g/s1600-h/scene2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmgoWpuFT9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/BvO9IrOr9_g/s400/scene2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073349349854236626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Come with me- lets go on a small ride along the village side….. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First time ever in the history of blogging… :P Blogger’s TOUR.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And first time ever :P am gonna take you on tour. &lt;i&gt;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….&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alright now – serious better pack your bags &amp; get ready for the ultimate online tour…And dnt u forget to turn &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; speakers on &lt;i&gt; En iniya sagaakkal elaam bayapadradhu theridhu :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; Bayapdadheenga..Indha vaati avlova ungala &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;elam&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; koduma pannaa vendaamnu dhaan- naan PADA VILLAI :D&lt;b&gt; It is original track..so FEAR NOT&lt;/b&gt; Parda- ippo dhaan speaker on panreengala…Remba BAD :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PATEESWARAM TEMPLES!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmfqepuFTzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/maxw4nrYDnA/s1600-h/kovil2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmfqepuFTzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/maxw4nrYDnA/s200/kovil2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073281317572267826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I now cordially request you all to board in the bus. We are gonna take one of the best ECONOMIC tours ever! &lt;i&gt; Elaarum ukandhacha…elai thambi- jannal seat’ku ipdi elaam adichuka koodadhu :P periya bus- neraya seat iruku …Sari adhuku munaadi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Most of the friends who drop in my&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; space are away from home &amp; the rest are here – but really would not get the opportunity I got (Lucky me!) :D- yeah am talking about getting time &amp;amp; place like this to visit. And few of the relatives-some distant relatives too were sweet enough to take us around the fields &amp; places &amp;amp; show us around. And for the first time (VERY FIRST TIME) me &amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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 &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, and many more people…. With the pictures atleast! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;    &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I still have too many of them in my hard disk &lt;i&gt; anaal idhu elathayum load panradhukuliye..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;SAPAAAAAA IPPOVEY KANNA KATUDHEY dialogue otiyachu :P &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;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 &amp; few unforgettable incidents related to that picture.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Here we go……&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmfpFpuFTyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YO3CsASQo3M/s1600-h/kovil1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmfpFpuFTyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YO3CsASQo3M/s200/kovil1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073279788563910434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;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…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imagine sitting near the window seat &amp; listening to &lt;i&gt;Netru iladha maatram…&lt;/i&gt; Song. &lt;i&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Ada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; 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 …. &lt;b&gt;Netru iladha maatram…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmfrUZuFT0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Q8GBcLoR0tM/s1600-h/kovil3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmfrUZuFT0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Q8GBcLoR0tM/s200/kovil3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073282240990236482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;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 &amp; 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 &amp;amp; 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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;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.)….. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;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 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmY6EJuFTuI/AAAAAAAAADo/uxYobvIgqyc/s1600-h/kadhilpo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmY6EJuFTuI/AAAAAAAAADo/uxYobvIgqyc/s200/kadhilpo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072805873282535138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; Good morning…elaarum ezhundhiringa.. Fresh milk’la tea coffe ready! :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saaptu oora suthi parkalaam….&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;First to chithi’s place.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;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 &amp; my but acts very responsible &amp;amp; many a times she would behave like she is way too elder than us – in taking care of the 2 of us &amp; 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 &amp;amp; we 3 used to sit together&amp; give my doll a gentle bath. She remembers all that &amp;amp; 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 &amp; too many kisses ! :D &lt;i&gt; 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 &amp;amp; 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 &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;edam&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; varapo solren. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uyir pozhacha route.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmmFXZuFUBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/KYW8c5d4UGw/s1600-h/Pretty2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmmFXZuFUBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/KYW8c5d4UGw/s200/Pretty2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073733092297232402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmgrAJuFT-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/fgfxvMO21eA/s1600-h/path5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmgrAJuFT-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/fgfxvMO21eA/s200/path5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073352261842063330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The childhood buddy- kavitha and my cousin would will take us to the fields this time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;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.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;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 &amp; 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&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;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 &amp;amp; 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 ) &lt;i&gt; Indha narrow path’la maadu mutti sethuruka vendiyadhu :P Andha edatha maracka mudiyuma!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And the second pic – with the greens is nothing but actually a path we took.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;When my cousin said- “Get down here &amp; 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 &amp;amp; go to reach where you are gonna take me.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;He started laughing out loud..and I was thinking &lt;i&gt; This gotto be a joke ! I can take up the fear factor challenge instead! The path is so very steep &amp; pretty high from the ground too… No way he is going to get down this himself &amp;amp; jumping off- not an OPTION definitely.! &lt;/i&gt; 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 “&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I really wanted to see the places that I had once seen- been to &amp; 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!” &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;He said “ We used to carry you or throw you down :P – you were little girls then..”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me “ LOL :P – cha! I hate growing up! OK I follow! “&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And then he climbed/walked or I wonder how- got down. And I too made a safe TOUCH DOWN :P &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;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.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmggSZuFT6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Oz22onqn3Lk/s1600-h/path2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmggSZuFT6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Oz22onqn3Lk/s200/path2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073340480746770338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;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 &amp; load those so many! The best’s are here for you to see! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;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 &amp;amp; crouch walking &amp; 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 &amp;amp; freaky isn’t it? That’s why I wanted to click this &amp; 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.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Later on another day we visited the temples @ kumbakonam,the famous pond &amp;amp; all the other pictures are here..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmghZpuFT7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/chs6TT9qMB8/s1600-h/path3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmghZpuFT7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/chs6TT9qMB8/s200/path3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073341704812449714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; Enna elaarum inum sleeping’a? Ippo Naama kumbakonam vandhachu :P nenega leaam thoongitu irundhapovey – alli poduley elarayum buskula..:p soli ethiyachu! :P &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;hee hee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tea- break fast elaam vazhila edhavadhu hotel’la saptudlaam ;) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kumbakonam temples- world famous- soliya theriyanum ungaluku…Apdiye elaarum parunga..first 3 pics thavira elaa temple’um kumbakonam temple. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;  Myself in the fields - Varappu- paddyfieldprincess@Paddyfields-Dragonfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmgaQZuFT4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZQHo04074w8/s1600-h/paddyfld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmgaQZuFT4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZQHo04074w8/s200/paddyfld.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073333849317265282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmY24ZuFTsI/AAAAAAAAADY/Q4UMOZljal0/s1600-h/guest2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmY24ZuFTsI/AAAAAAAAADY/Q4UMOZljal0/s200/guest2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072802372884188866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BAGGY! - The most friendly COW - me taming the cow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmgXDpuFT3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/OlHiTxyIDaY/s1600-h/MADU1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmgXDpuFT3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/OlHiTxyIDaY/s200/MADU1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073330331739049842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And most importantly- the picture of baggy !!:P &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The picture that has the pretty cow! I love that cow. She is one of the most friendly cow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;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 &amp; 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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Only on hearing our car start did I realize I had to make a move.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This time when I went I asked if we could go see her &amp;amp; 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 &amp; joked – “No no…. That one you are thinking about is there- almost a cow :P no more a calf. This is her second calf! “ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I went “ PHEW!! I was shocked….Thank goodness.”&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmY6zpuFTvI/AAAAAAAAADw/MNnp_aXw9Tk/s1600-h/d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmY6zpuFTvI/AAAAAAAAADw/MNnp_aXw9Tk/s200/d1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072806689326321394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;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?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; 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? ;) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ok namakelaam fresh’a paal ready :P Ippo time for the kutty to drink…elarum odhungunga…kutty(olipichaan- is her nick name there!) kudikatum. :) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ipovey kanna katudhu….&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Neengalaam pavam..so odhoda vitudren :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matravai neril – if u insist in knowing more.. will share it with you later.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmgWR5uFT2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/s3IciPPt5BQ/s1600-h/kumkovil2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmgWR5uFT2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/s3IciPPt5BQ/s200/kumkovil2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073329477040557922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Things that I observed &amp; makes me rethink –&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;# Only the city people blame the time &amp;amp; keep changing worse than chameleons. Often they forget &lt;i&gt;how to DRESS&lt;/i&gt;- or&lt;i&gt; should I say DRESS!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;# Those in the villages are still the same- with genuine love, those millions of smiles that I got to see- from know&amp;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! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;# 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 &amp;amp; HUMANE! While we have romeo’s &amp; JUNKS – who hardly knows to share the little space during crowded hours(or should I say always!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmgmX5uFT8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Jh7eMKhDo1c/s1600-h/path4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmgmX5uFT8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Jh7eMKhDo1c/s200/path4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073347172305817538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;# The gentle smile which they always carry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;#The super friendly –humane drivers who half the time shares the load of the conductor. He doesn’t rely on the vizzle&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;to start or stop the bus. He takes the pain in turning &amp; looking at the foot board &amp;amp; makes sure everyone has got down &amp; during crowded hours – he asks if everyone has got down. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;# Not to forget the humane conductors – they help out old people – children &amp;amp; sometimes women who have too many luggages while getting in &amp; 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&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;get there on a lovely post like this…These guys stand no where when compared to those GEMS! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;#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! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;#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 &amp;amp; try to learn from them- what we have forgotten being far away from the backbone – and almost for having forgotten HOW TO LIVE!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Rmfr55uFT1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/PiogLULT_eo/s1600-h/kumkovil1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Rmfr55uFT1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/PiogLULT_eo/s200/kumkovil1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073282885235330898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;#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&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;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&gt;??  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmfoLZuFTxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wDKKuLLP7zI/s1600-h/bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmfoLZuFTxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wDKKuLLP7zI/s200/bus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073278787836530450" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Celebrating TRUE INDIA- INDIAN VILLAGES,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Marutham.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS: After a very long time Photographer Marutham got time &amp; things to click on! :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; Sari – elaarukum velai neraya irukum…Paadhi &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;peru&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; 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. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOVE YOU ALL LOADS&gt;…I will soon get back to reply to you all..untill then..&lt;b&gt;NANDRI-VANAKKAM-ADIOS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-1120147974862100282?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1120147974862100282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=1120147974862100282' title='130 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/1120147974862100282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/1120147974862100282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2007/06/come-with-me-lets-go-on-small-ride.html' title='Come with me- lets go on a small ride along the village side…..  :D'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RmgoWpuFT9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/BvO9IrOr9_g/s72-c/scene2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>130</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-8776695766932562219</id><published>2007-05-25T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T10:00:50.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Crisps'/><title type='text'>~~~ College Crisps! ~~~ First post after the last day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RlcFnjlt0XI/AAAAAAAAACY/u43pXKBnFXw/s1600-h/ht1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RlcFnjlt0XI/AAAAAAAAACY/u43pXKBnFXw/s200/ht1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068526082755252594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;OUT OF SYLLABUS – Oops!! OUT OF COLLEGE …..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Otepi tioidgj dfgklhf jahg uopgkvbfdkb&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Muzhikadheenga :D &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;NOT MY PASSWORD :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am really finding it very difficult to pen my thoughts this time…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First post as an ALUMNI ! No more a (final year) student…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Before I start – I first want to apologize to all my beloved blog friends for not being regular here &amp; 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.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I shall be regular from now on… :) SO SMILE! ACCEPT MY APOLOGY… Now read on…. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maruthu is out of college now! But am not out of sense ;) Do not worry- READ ON! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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! ;) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I DO know my loving friends would get back here to check them :D.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hm… Enna solrahdu enga aramikradhu :) Hm… (UNMAYAVEY &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;PERU&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; MOOCHU VITU ARAMIKREN! ) &lt;/i&gt;College life – damn! I still cannot believe that 4 years have run so fast &amp; am no more a student.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vaazhkai muzhuvadhum padika vendiyadhu&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;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!! &lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sometime back Barbi tagged me on – sickest things in your college or it was college sucks-justify with 10 reasons.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really could not think of much that made me reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaly hate my college!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;MY COLLEGE was simply amazing..it still is! Ofcourse every institution has its flaws. &lt;i&gt;VERUKKUM alavuku EN KALOORIYIL EDHUVUM ILLAI :) but pidikadha sila vishayangal irundhuchu. &lt;/i&gt;Few were individual’s mistake &amp; I wouldn’t blame the institution for that. NEVER! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RlcTETlt0cI/AAAAAAAAADA/h0-ECVuYJs0/s1600-h/BC.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RlcTETlt0cI/AAAAAAAAADA/h0-ECVuYJs0/s200/BC.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068540870327652802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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 &amp; 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.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- that includes the friends, good times- bad times, Lab sessions, Lectures, Lecturers, Corridors, long walks in our campus road, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Cycle tests, Culturals, CompetitionsMessages from friends, Study updates thro SMS, Pranks in SMS, Break time,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lunch hour walks, Watching the ducks in the lawn, Sitting in the lawn &amp;amp; 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?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RlcP_jlt0aI/AAAAAAAAACw/BcadN206ggo/s1600-h/mb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RlcP_jlt0aI/AAAAAAAAACw/BcadN206ggo/s200/mb1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068537490188390818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of this month. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trust me! This time I was NOT ABLE TO READ AT ALL!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And whats worse- as a ritual for the final semester students they NEVER TOOK ANY CLASS! We were let free &amp; that I did not like for I always loved the class room lectures. And taking notes….TALK TO ME! I loved it &amp;amp; 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 ! ;) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes my bench mate used to tease me..” Maruthu !!– write that too.. she just said – I come from chrompet :P !! “&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RlcRPTlt0bI/AAAAAAAAAC4/x0HXhCMBW0g/s1600-h/Ln1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RlcRPTlt0bI/AAAAAAAAAC4/x0HXhCMBW0g/s200/Ln1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068538860282958258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And at that moment I least expected a joke – so I burst out laughing –really loud &amp; 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…. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I could hardly concentrate &amp;amp; read for the exams. And on last day – while we were all sitting together &amp; reading(Trying to), my friends went pranking&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; teasing as ALWAYS! And this day I really wasn’t looking into my books- FOR THE FIRST TIME! I WAS DISTRACTED BEFORE THE EXAM. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And the same bully buddy said “Is this our sweet&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;heart who keeps reminding us – EXAMS!!! NOW READ! ENOUGH OF THE JOKES!! You are not looking into your book sweety!!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: “ Yeah ! I know… :) Whats the big deal..i wasn’t able to look into any of the books this semester exam.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And today am not even gonna try! GO on… ”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her:” Areyy…. Why sweety? Are you alright? “&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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?? “ &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;THEM: “ :O :O :O :O :O….”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her:” Some one seems like she is already into the blues!! “&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And she came closer to me – sat next to me put her hands around my shoulders and said&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“ I want you to be the same way – NOW GET BACK TO &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;READING&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. It looks odd to see you this way…. Dnt be different &amp; remind me this is the last time we sit together for an EXAM!! Am trying to forget the fact ….(I interrupted)”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ME: SHUT UP IDIOT! Now do u want me start crying…You have said enough to remind me…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ALL OF US WENT QUIET….&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RlcUYTlt0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/xwmQe5TtWws/s1600-h/Cul.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RlcUYTlt0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/xwmQe5TtWws/s200/Cul.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068542313436664274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And yes we entered the exam halls – each of us were in different rooms. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;LAST TIME AM GONNA SHADE THESE NUMBERS”….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;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 &amp; I did write them fully focused. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last 10 minutes- and the warning bell went… TRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmm……. Last paper- Last few lines- Last few words….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And haha – the last 10 minutes I took extra care to finish writing my last paper in the &lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;BEST WAY&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; I could!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I started hearing the usual routine – huraaaaaaaaaaaaay….. Haaaa hoooooo &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the celebrations.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every semester during the last exam when I hear this…I used to think &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Whats the big deal- probably a month or two :P then we would be back…idhukku indha amakalama!!hm……”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And this time too I thought the same…&amp;amp; BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGGGGGGGGG!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No not this time!&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RlcWADlt0eI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rYYonC1xRiM/s1600-h/Ovr+vw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RlcWADlt0eI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rYYonC1xRiM/s200/Ovr+vw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068544095848092130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &amp; met my friends – it was a very terrible experience for me..&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And when I saw the faces - :) I did not want to cry &amp;amp; upset the rest…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We stood here N there …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Spoke anything &amp; everything &amp;amp; when I reached the BAG counter - :O MY HALL TICKET WAS MISSING FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME. I remember having taken&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;it with me &amp; 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 &amp;amp; that freaked me out. I wanted it BACK!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I was so preoccupied that I dint realize that&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have dropped it somewhere while walking towards the bag deposit room ….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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 &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;TOO MANY TO&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;SHARE – TOO MANY TO TALK ABOUT…… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then we went near placement office…Stood there for a while- MOKKAFYING :P Then near the gate…ERR………………..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We went chatting all the time till appa reached the College.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apram enna ……. That day Car’la varapo – Maruthu had wet eyes…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was the day Our CM_ Thiru . MK’s function was going to take place &amp; 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- &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was sitting in the front seat – and I felt like the bus telling me &lt;i&gt;Kadasila enna marandhutiyee…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;DAMN!! How did we not go to the place where the buses were standing ? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And it aint moving- it was by my side- staring at us! :) I felt like getting down &amp;amp; giving the bus a big HUG :( …..But NOPE…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And it was a funny drive back home…. Snailed through the highways- our car &amp; college bus side by side &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RlcGLjlt0YI/AAAAAAAAACg/orghZQUw8sA/s1600-h/Bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RlcGLjlt0YI/AAAAAAAAACg/orghZQUw8sA/s200/Bus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068526701230543234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PHEW!!!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will give it a pause here…. For the COLLEGE CRISPS….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To be continued…….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I HAVE POSTED THE REMIX OF THE HUMMING – KHNH ….. Do tell me if you like the remix ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5371038&amp;q=lo" target=""&gt;REMIX-KHNH~ Dialup plz!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5371038&amp;amp;q=hi%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20" target=""&gt;REMIX-KHNH~ BB plz!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-8776695766932562219?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8776695766932562219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=8776695766932562219' title='92 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/8776695766932562219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/8776695766932562219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2007/05/college-crisps-first-post-after-last.html' title='~~~ College Crisps! ~~~ First post after the last day!'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RlcFnjlt0XI/AAAAAAAAACY/u43pXKBnFXw/s72-c/ht1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>92</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-1952136433889070316</id><published>2007-05-01T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T00:51:50.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Crisps'/><title type='text'>Oh dear!! I wonder what is happening .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAMIL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5296916&amp;q=lo" target=""&gt;Sahara-Few lines~ Dialup plz!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5296916&amp;q=hi" target=""&gt;Sahara-Few lines~ BB plz!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY FIRST POST -A HINDI SONG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5297033&amp;q=lo" target=""&gt;Jadhu hey..~ Dial up plz!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5297033&amp;q=hi" target=""&gt;Jadhu hey..~ BB plz!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends ,&lt;br /&gt;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 &amp;amp; some talks had been making me miss college already. While having tea-chit chat  one close friend &amp; who keeps pranking all the time said &lt;i&gt;" 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.........." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;He was shocked to see this &amp;amp; trying consoling. Leave that...&lt;br /&gt;I tried to sit to write a post &amp; as my thought waves started propagating...DAMN! Same again.. So i decided to put aside the thread&lt;br /&gt;"College crips" &lt;b&gt; for a few days - untill my semester exams are over....&lt;/b&gt; So here i post 2 songs that Harish &amp;amp; Gopalan had made efforts ( real lot ~ sent me - lyrics - song - ...) and made me do it.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;PS: The hindhi song is the second song i have tried&lt;i&gt; (First hindhi song i have tried is yet to be posted :) will do it soon...)&lt;/i&gt; to sing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;So those who know hindhi &lt;b&gt; Mujhe Maaf karo ji :D &lt;/b&gt; And those who doesn't &lt;b&gt; Enjoy listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until this :Last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Rjg9NFHH3AI/AAAAAAAAACQ/s6HCrtP4DTw/s1600-h/cute-wallpapers4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Rjg9NFHH3AI/AAAAAAAAACQ/s6HCrtP4DTw/s400/cute-wallpapers4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059861476270398466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Update: (Today afternoon!)Just few minutes back myself &amp; my best buddies went to collect our hall tickets(For the last time- so we planned &amp;amp; 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 &amp; 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!"&lt;br /&gt;Then the library guy clicked this strange button in the system &amp;amp; it FLASHED-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" DELETE MARUTHA&gt;.....ACCOUNT?"&lt;br /&gt;And i was SHOCKED &amp; pulled myself back to reality.... :O&lt;br /&gt;.....He looked at me and asked with a smile " YES?"&lt;br /&gt;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!"&lt;br /&gt;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!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DELETE ACCOUNT?- YES&lt;br /&gt;DELET ACCOUNT?? -YES&lt;br /&gt;YES!!!!!!!!!!!!! - am almost out of this place.&lt;br /&gt;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! :)  "&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;#@#$#@%@#!%%#!^#$@$######%$*&amp;amp;%$*^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PS: In case you forget... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAMIL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5296916&amp;q=lo" target=""&gt;Sahara-Few lines~ Dialup !&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5296916&amp;q=hi" target=""&gt;Sahara-Few lines~ BB !&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY FIRST POST -A HINDI SONG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5297033&amp;q=lo" target=""&gt;Jadhu hey..~ Dial up !&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5297033&amp;q=hi" target=""&gt;Jadhu hey..~ BB !&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-1952136433889070316?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1952136433889070316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=1952136433889070316' title='101 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/1952136433889070316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/1952136433889070316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-dear-i-wonder-what-is-happening.html' title='Oh dear!! I wonder what is happening .....'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Rjg9NFHH3AI/AAAAAAAAACQ/s6HCrtP4DTw/s72-c/cute-wallpapers4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>101</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-6130971896207959552</id><published>2007-04-22T13:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T14:07:32.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Marriages !  ~ Wedding bells !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;WEDDING BELLS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Wishing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ash-Abhishek &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;a very happy married life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;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! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Amma appa - i will wish them straight!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This post is about marriages &amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;do not be fooled&lt;/span&gt; that it may be about the celebrity wedding! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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 ) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;ADHUKU MUNAADI !!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Am writing this post – just like that and nothing personal. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inga yaravadhu unaku kalyanama, Karumaadhiyanu aramichudadheenga please !!!;) &lt;/span&gt;Answer is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; no :) ! This is just an observation &amp; something that had been of a great surprise, amusement &amp;amp; astonishment to me. Marriages – its success &amp; failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RivIT5ABMoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sXZ8E_N_Smc/s1600-h/73347978.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The number of divorce applications has increased greatly in the recent years.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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 &amp; here are some of that ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wild thoughts:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;#*&lt;/span&gt;Marriages are made in heaven!!&lt;br /&gt;Some people are so talented that they make hell out of it ;) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;#*&lt;/span&gt;Sometimes people say &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– “ They are both made for each other”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;An incomplete sentence it is, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I would say :P –“ They are made for each other to ……?“&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Only they know! Be optimistic ;) and fill-in! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yeah ,call me wicked!! :P But hey – unmai kasakumaam! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok jokes apart :) – Now coming to the serious question. Why do some marriages fail so MISERABLY?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#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 &amp; 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. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;#*&lt;/span&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;#Before you expect something – in marriage it is always better to understand &amp; 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.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes you have to lose something  in the process of gaining something else!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#*Things one can afford to lose to make a marriage successful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-EGO,Abhorrence,Anger,Jealous,Pessimism,Doubt,&lt;b&gt;Definitely not YOU!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;#*Things that do not deserve to be lost in the process&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-Self respect,Patience,Loved ones, Friends &amp; family,Your goal in life,Dignity,Optimism,Trust&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And understanding couples always make marriages successful &amp; 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. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;People need to understand each other &amp;amp; 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 &amp; the same at some point. Hence one may not neglect the importance of marriage. There is no happiness without acceptance, tolerance, understanding &amp;amp; adjustment in any family! Marriage is no joke – they are very demanding &amp; 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 &amp;amp; family! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are different ways in which marriages influence the society – or at least the concerned families. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;~~One, where people make their marriage successful, of course with a considerable struggle &amp; also make their loved ones happy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;~~Other kind – where they do not care about anyone &amp;amp; also each other – become a big head ache for all! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;~~The third kind – where they do not bother about anyone else but only themselves. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;~~Many more…. Many many more…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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 &amp; respects each other &amp;amp; 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.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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 &amp; 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 &amp;amp; respects each other and the loved ones - do not get married so easily. They have too many hurdles &amp; sometimes they remain single for really long time. I only wish that – the later category’s patience is not checked upon! :)&lt;br /&gt;Some people who get married with not much struggle fail to understand – what these people go through &amp;amp; they also fail to value people! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Things you get easily are not valued much sometimes – so true!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Having seen few very dedicated souls being denied permission from parents/relatives to tie the knot – it really is sad to see!&lt;br /&gt;After all life is to be happy &amp; make others happy! Hope every person understands this! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I put a pause to this discussion here &amp;amp; continue on this later. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;TO SHARE!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay- here is something interesting that&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;happened last week. Me &amp; my Sister were traveling back home in train. At that time one of the known girl came towards us &amp;amp; interrupted our busy chat 7 asked “ May I sit here &amp; join the great sisters?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We both in unison said “ Please!! :) …..”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And we three got into some discussion… and it went on &amp;amp; on &amp; on…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And finally she threw this question “ Are you both gonna get married to brothers?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;LOL!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is the umpteenth person asking us this question….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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? ;) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her: “ No yaar ! Marriage definitely no.... I don’t want to get married.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me &lt;i&gt;(thinking-&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally I get to see someone with like thoughts …..hm… Keenly observing her answer…but suddenly my sister shoots this question.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sis: Are you not interested in getting into any commitment with any guy or marriage? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me:&lt;i&gt;(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 &amp; a girl –getting married AND/OR getting commited. But boom!! The other girl froze me with her answer….) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her: No yaar. Marriage is BIG BORE! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love to have relationship – but marriage is kind of boring.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me:&lt;i&gt; ( :O WHAT THE #@$%!! ???!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;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 &amp;amp; would prefer not to discuss about in a public forum – preaching wrong, never! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;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… )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sis:&lt;i&gt;She gave me the smile that read- “I toldyaaaaa….!! See, it was not a dumb question. The right question to the right person!” :P )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her: Hm…okai. I may get married to a guy &amp; 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 , &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I may live with for some time…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me:&lt;i&gt; Sometime?? Oh dear!! You better remain single &amp;amp; continue your DD style Dating&amp; Dumping….than ruin someone else’s life!!I spoke..)&lt;/i&gt; Poor guy! You better rethink about getting married !! ;) &lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sis &amp; Me &lt;i&gt;(We deliberately moved onto to a different topic &amp;amp; then soon we departed.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OOFFF!! So this is the idea some people have in mind about marriage..??!!! CRAP!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And OH GOD! PLEASE&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;SAVE THOSE NRI’S!!! ;) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;More on this topic later – (NO…not the girl :P –TOPIC- Marriages!! )&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A little thought:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RivKfZABMpI/AAAAAAAAACA/8Tipcu7oXfY/s1600-h/73152004.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you &amp; your spouse are in conflict about anything, the following guidelines may help &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;#Identify the problem from both perspectives with mutual respect for those perspectives.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;# 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.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;# Choose the solution that meets the conditions of the Policy of Joint Agreement best - mutual and enthusiastic agreement.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;# 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 &lt;b&gt;way&lt;/b&gt; you find that solution also deposits love units and avoids withdrawals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I shall return soon .....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;~Maruthu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-6130971896207959552?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6130971896207959552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=6130971896207959552' title='117 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/6130971896207959552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/6130971896207959552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2007/04/marriages-wedding-bells_22.html' title='Marriages !  ~ Wedding bells !'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RivIT5ABMoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sXZ8E_N_Smc/s72-c/73347978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>117</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-4461625093985128913</id><published>2007-04-09T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T05:15:12.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Crisps'/><title type='text'>@## College crisps ##@</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;College&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;crisps&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RhqmdOzqhqI/AAAAAAAAABw/lp_W8AxVvKs/s1600-h/misu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RhqmdOzqhqI/AAAAAAAAABw/lp_W8AxVvKs/s200/misu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051532953170642594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special APRIL!! - So the song ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Barbi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; has tagged me some time back. I opened the word file to sit &amp; write on the topic, but trust me - am not able to come up with anything for this tag - right now am not  in a position to think about &amp;amp; write on this topic. With last few days left in college life - i really am not able to write about what sucks :) doesn't mean nothing sucks! SO i would use this tag in a different way. I shall write about few interesting incidents that happened during my college days. Here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Am starting this new thread - under the LABEL called  "College crisps" - to follow up. Past few days i had been feeling really very blue...final year blues . I was actually shocked to see me go through this. I was always conscious not to develop any attachment - emotional &amp; sentimental  with my college life. But DAMN!! Is this really me...?? I am so into the college life - class room funs - chat with friends - canteen - corridor walks- boring lectures , yet were interesting -Pranks in the class - SMS's during class hours - the silents giggles me &amp;amp; my buddy always had inside the library and the musudu librarian would be staring ;)  which we hardly would mind - silly fights -&lt;i&gt;Chinna chinna muranbaadugal &lt;/i&gt;- Very short lived anger - and Lab work - very interesting things that happened during the lab hours (too many to list ) -  Staffs who were really entertaining :P - Answer sheets that never failed to surprise us -  those lovely &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;blue chairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;near the lawn - our long chats after lunch - The huge old trees that i could not stop staring at every time we sat near library for the chat! And still too many to list here ... :)&lt;br /&gt;Here under the college crisps are very very very few of the incidents that are always very  special-may be funny too &amp; unique  incidents in my college life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This being first post on this label- here is one very funny time we had!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Once during open house me &amp;my buddy had done a mini project to exhibit. Our project was really a big hit. Many of the staffs were so impressed that they wanted to buy it right away! But the interesting &amp;amp; funny thing that happened that day was - ....&lt;br /&gt;The open house is a function that we organize for school children to come to our campus &amp; explore :P the campus.On this day we exhibit our project &amp;amp; almost any department ~  anyone would walk in the labs &amp; have a look at our project &amp;amp; we show them the demo. At this time we both happened to see too many funny people :) Alo alo we never make fun of people!! :P But funny people do make u have that giggles right? :P and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;my best buddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - sometimes we need not utter words- simply exchange of looks&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Udaney ayduveengaley- through out the post naan best buddy best buddy'nu en blog'la solradhu is a GIRL!! Inga yaarum poraliya kelaprenu kelambidadheengapa!! Maruthu is a chamathu! ;) )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; would tell us what is running in the other one's head :P and cha...damn! There were number of times both of us would burst out laughing - and all the people around would give the really strange look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Apdi ena dhaan pesipeengalo- kanaliye?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We have heard a lot about the FLIRTS of SRM ...( Idhu yarayum pun padutha ila :) pasanga yaarum fight'ku ready aydadheenga :)  But we have some real time big flirts in our college &amp; i have managed to survive among a few of them.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Namaku  dhana dhu varadhey - so flirta aramicha kooda nama non-flirt'a akiduvom :P  &lt;/span&gt;. So what happened is there was this person - he would always be bugging SOME GIRL.Me &amp; my best buddy took turns in explaining -while other would do demo. Alternatively this was happening - now it was my turn. He was  in vicinity &amp;amp; i told my buddy -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:" Oi... Vandhutaan dee. The guy we had escaped from all these days!! Oh damn... He is coming towards our table. Err..... Ok..ok.Amaidhiya irupom. Doggie- ippo ur turn ila  :D  Get up  - explain panu - me the show demo :D "&lt;br /&gt;Buddy : "hahaha....no darling. He is all yours :P Its your turn!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; By this  time  he had come to our table. Ok maruthu idhelaam vaazhkaila sagajam dhaan , get up get up!! Smile...pesu da'-- nu gotup'inen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me: Hello :) !&lt;br /&gt;Payan:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Takunu kaia neetitaan - to shake hands . Namaku ivan flirtnu already theriyum. But hello sonadhuku kai neetradhu konsam too much :P  and payan kai kuduthu oru murai release pana time akitaan'nu vera oru thozhi oru murai polambinadhu gnabagam vandhuchu.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hello am 'X' from your department -  don't u know me?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Dei una theriyamala?! Un peru nenapula ila...mudhala kaiya erakuda. Naanga kudukradha ila!'ngra style'a - With a polite smile VANAKKAM'nu oru kumbudu potuten :D Koopiya kaioda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oh  wow! Is it... Have seen you around. But dint know ur name :)&lt;br /&gt;Payan: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(kaiya thirupi neeti ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hello - am X ... I do know u both. U r .... apdinu nama rendu peru perayum nachukaanu solitan!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh cool...Namaste! :) Yes iam &amp; this is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Apdinu soli nama buddy'a field'la erakiten :D Adhena rendu perum serndhu pana mini project - adiyo valiyo share pananum ila :P ...hehe )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Buddy: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Oru kadupsla she got up &amp; said hi.... indha gap'la payan kai direction'a maathi ava kita neeta .....Naan avala parthen ena panranu! )&lt;/span&gt; Namaste - Nice to meet you 'X'.&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( :O ada makkaaaaaaaaa..neeyuma?! :P Cha paavam dee avan!!  Rendu perum koopiya kaiodu oru smile kuduthom. Apram look exchange b/w us - adhaan soneney  pesita... "naye! nee gali "-nu sona mari irundhuchu :D ) &lt;/span&gt;Hehe .... So X, i guess you are excited to see our project lemme not keep u waiting - here we go ...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Apdinu friendly'a oru few minutes sollitrundhaen project pathi. Payan kuruka kuruka neraya doubt ketaan... Good boy! I appreciate his arivu pasi :D ...Dhideernu mudira stage'la vadhu &lt;/span&gt;ONE SEC YAAR'NU &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comma potaan...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Payan: I have seen you in campus many times yaar. Wanted to talk to you always :) I see you both together all the time. It is nice to see ....&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is it? Interesting... Now you have spoken :)  Shall i continue?&lt;br /&gt;Payan: Talking? yes yes... :D ....I would love to&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( Dai...no da..Not ur type! Kelambu kelambu! ) &lt;/span&gt;Oh no X - i meant the explanation... we are half way through. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Payan:Arey - tell something about you  ya. I can see  that you both have done a brilliant work - which i would not understand for sure! :D&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; Buddy : Exchanged looks that spoke - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Me: Ena dog ipdi mati vitutey...Nee escape agi enjoying'a iru matren unna! ---&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buddy: Hehe... Ensoy ensoy....Sari ivana thorathalana mokai potu nogadichruvaan...think think..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Apo en daa inga vandha apdiye parthutu kelambradhu!? ) &lt;/span&gt;You already seem to know enough about us X :)  We shall skip the technical part- you can have a look at how it works . Now she would show you the demo. Buddy, you can take over now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( Manasuku ulla elaam orey butterflies :D ayya ayya....yaanai one time - poonai one time :D ..... apdinu naan side vaanga. She started)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Payan: Ok yaar- i dnt mind even if that part is skipped &amp; we have a nice chat!&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Buddy : heee hee ...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(apdinu asadu vazhinjom - then  she showed him the demo! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;DEMO OVER !&lt;br /&gt;Payan: Ok yaar - that was very nice work you both have done. So when can i meet you next time? Give me your number - will call you. I like talking to you ....&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( :O Ivan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayum thaandi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mega boldu!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; . Idhu varaikum manasukulla light'a oru uruthal...Oru velai already ivana pathi ketadha vechu thapa edhuthukramo- may b rude'a behave panramonu....but ippo dhan purinjudhu - not rude at all.)&lt;/span&gt; Ohh...It was nice meeting you too X  :)   We would meet when we happen to meet next time.....&lt;br /&gt;(Adhukula..kalamulaanu oru kutties kootam came running....Yebbaaaaaaaaa Saami!!!  kadasiya someone came for rescue!! )&lt;br /&gt;Payan: OK yaar :D I sure will catch you sometime. Now i will leave- nice meeting you both,finally!&lt;br /&gt;Me&amp;Buddy: Yeah! It was nice meeting you too :) Bye X!&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Buddy ( exchanged the looks..... ippo ena solirupomnu you must be knowing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time we had to treat some one in campus like this. And his records show that he is someone to be kept at a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;very GREAT distance .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That day we both had so many interesting visitors &amp; this guy was unique &amp;amp; interestingly allergic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Disclaimer :&lt;/span&gt; This post is in no way intended to offend anyone. Especially pasanga edhum adi dhadila erangidadheenga :) We handled this poor chap the best way we could - without being rude or insulting - but simply siganalling &amp; trying to show him the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO BOARD!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in the best gentle way we could ever have. And even now , if we happen to see him at a distance we do give him a smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ippo kelambren..... Am into the blues :) - innum yosika koodadhu. Thookam poidum :D  This is a psychological way of approaching my blues.Am trying my best! Lets see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The pic on top was taken that day while we tried pushing each other off the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BLUE CHAIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- near the lawn i have mentioned about :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my campus life &amp;amp; of course there were also some not very nice days! :)  Which would all be shared with my lovely friends here .... :) Neengaley dhaan- pinadi  thirumbi paartha?! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-4461625093985128913?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4461625093985128913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=4461625093985128913' title='108 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/4461625093985128913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/4461625093985128913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2007/04/college-crisps-note-barbi-has-tagged-me.html' title='@## College crisps ##@'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RhqmdOzqhqI/AAAAAAAAABw/lp_W8AxVvKs/s72-c/misu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>108</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-2340559826043414604</id><published>2007-03-23T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T05:15:12.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>TAG &amp; mozhi song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tagged by &lt;a href="http://veyililmazai.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5148982&amp;amp;q=lo" target=""&gt;Katrin mozhi ~ FOR DIALUP USERS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5148982&amp;amp;q=hi%20" target=""&gt;Katrin mozhi ~ FOR BB USERS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"How weird are you?" -&gt; That is the question :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its been just few weeks/days back i wrote a tag..But what to do.. ;) i love it when friends tag ! HEHEHE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Naama Tag thedi poradhu illa ~~ vandha tag'a vidradhilla :P &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes the tag..the tag is about the weird thing about you.&lt;br /&gt;Actually the tag is you have to tell 5 wierd things about you..But i am gonna share one thing here today..this is the about the&lt;br /&gt;~Weirdest day I lived through&lt;br /&gt;~Weirdest waiting....&lt;br /&gt;~Weirdest bus travel....&lt;br /&gt;~Weirdest hit....&lt;br /&gt;~Weird - me &amp;amp; my strange GUT! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Achaa 5 weird… Sapaaaadi.Ippo taguku varen . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is about an incident that happened during my early days of college,First year i guess.&lt;br /&gt;We had this subject handled by the Mech., dept people! Mechanical department staffs are of two types - one group who are very practical &amp;amp; cool people. And the other group with the dumbest, few sadists. By the end of the semester we were asked to get the signatures of few staffs (Second staff, Third staff) whom we haven't met either, then the H.O.D’S signature. Since we were non- mechanical students we had no idea about the staffs there. Whole day was spent in searching them here &amp;amp; there. I wonder where they would disappear on a day where they are most wanted. They know they had to sign our records….but they were neither found in their desk nor in the staff room..and no where in the department. Myself &amp;amp; my best buddy- since we finished the work earlier we were the first from our department to hit the mechanical department for signature. We waited a whole long day – roamed here and there in search of who ever &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;had the stamppad, seal, ink, pen….ooofffffffff&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and yeah most importantly those who had to sing this.Since we leave really early to college we don’t generally have our break fast which is wrong. By the time we went to the H.O.D’S room for his signature, he was gone! Seems like he had to go on round only today! The mechanical department H.O.D is really a nice person and a good friend too ;) He used to come in the same bus we both travel in.And day one of college - he was the first person (other than student) we both made friends with. He is really a nice person…but I wonder why he had to go for rounds today?! So, we waited outside his room for really long hours – we din’t want to take a chance. Already there was a rumour that H.O.D would not sign any more records from tomorrow – because it is late already! But we were not told about this at all.So we both stayed there- right there in front of his room to get the signature. After some tiresome waiting – there he was. He signed the record &amp;amp; then we both got out of his room with a relief like you just escaped an accident.From the morning till that time all that we did was- walk – search – talk- walk –search –talk- Oops in this confusion we forgot one thing- totally!Generally human beings have something called as food. They call it break fast in the morning-lunch in the afternoon &amp;amp; Dinner in the night!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And guess what – I looked at my watch to see if we shall go to the canteen for lunch. It was no time for lunch..LOL!!! It was almost &lt;st1:time hour="16" minute="20"&gt;4:20&lt;/st1:time&gt; in the evening. And…previous night I had slept without having my dinner coz’ we had the record work to finish, morning break fast? No – wrong question to the wrong person- now no lunch…and the bus will leave in another few minutes! Oh my god! We both rushed to the college bus as fast as we could. Finally we got into the bus. And both of us gasped &amp;amp; found that there was no seat available to sit. Ok… we are used to standing in our bus. All the way from college which is at Potheri we were standing till we reached St.thomas mount. This was the last stop before ours.. but we do have a pretty long way to go.And from here , it was only our stop friends in the bus. Very few of them. I moved to the back end &amp;amp; my buddy moved to a few seats ahead. Now here is what happened. I know I was totally worn out for the day…. And really really tired- had no stamina to stand or walk. But did manage to get to the seat. When I was right about to sit down- the very sportive driver took a narrow turn (There are few of the drivers at SRM – they are like sports stars.SPEED is all that they know!Trust me..they drive so damn fast &amp;amp; never slow down ever while taking a turn.) I was almost in the seat but I hit my elbow hard on the window rod. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Ada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; paveee….correct’a ippo dhan thirumbanuma..adhuvum ipdi kevalama.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;BOOM!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; It did hurt but not very much. Immediately after this something very weird happened! I was sitting in the seat &amp;amp; I knew was losing myself. I started to feel dizzy &amp;amp; it was a very strange feeling, I started to lose my vision &amp;amp; then I could not hear the people around me. I was hoping that I am going to faint. I know what you are thinking…I wasn’t in a position to call out anyone for help.Moreover all these happened real quick. I was totally losing my consciousness – well that what it seemed like! I thought &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;”Aha..Namaku ticket kedachachu pola irkuey. ..!!”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt; When this was slowly happening… after a few fraction of seconds I was able to hear – really too low ,as in how would it sound if someone mutes ur music player &amp;amp; then slowly increase the volume from zero to a level that is considerably loud. And I went like &lt;b&gt;Oh my gosh! I was suppose to be unconscious! (Faint)…now what!Then I started to hear my bus mates loud &amp;amp; clear…but still something else was not right.&lt;i&gt; Am still not able to see!!!!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes! I was not unconscious but still am not able to see. I realized i am having full consciousness now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But &lt;b&gt;OH! OH!!I can’t see a thing…not a spot of light or anything at all!! It was like some one has blind folded your eyes with a very dark black cloth &amp;amp; u have your eyes open. And by now- I am fully back to normal. Everything is loud &amp;amp; clear but am not able to see anything at all. Now I knew its time (or I did have time to ) to call out for my friends. I called out for my best buddy who was a few seats ahead. Then I called out for the other friends too…&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They all came to my seat and this girl (Machi in our group- that’s wat she says. Pasanga &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;elam&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; machaan’na ponnunga elaam machi dhaney! :P ) from B.Arch who was really a koothu party(FUN lover) was the first –&lt;b&gt;Machi-&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; “Enna machi? What matter? Any boochi??” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me-&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Adhelaam iladi – am not able to see! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; to my best buddy- Are u there dee….am not able to see! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(All this with my eyes wide open looking at the side&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;where they are all standing!Bus is still on move)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Machi -&gt;(Meranduta)&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; At my buddy – machi iva thookathula pesuvala?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Her-&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; No dee….. no way! Never! @me- ey are u awake- enna pesra?!Look at me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me-&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Ada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; goyaa! Adhaan dee solren. Am not able to see!! :P &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Buddy-&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Look thro the window- andha payan romba nerama inga parthutey irukaan..I guess he want to tell u somehting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me-&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Dha chee...nala naliye NOT INTERESTED! ....Inaku velayadadha dee.. Not able to see!! Unmaya! :) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In this gap our little friend from I.T deptmtn….Started to panic..&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Enna dee achu ivaluku? Mornign kooda nala dhaney irundha…..(Almost in tears) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me-&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“ Eye ey..ippo ena achu!! Chill dee… En ippo tension agura?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Machi-&lt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;” Machi…Ena machi joke adichu – velayaatu kamichutrukey?! :O Nakala?!Tension agama…. Veladuriya machi?! U r playing a prank right!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me-&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Ada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; koomutta!! Illa dee..Trust me I cant see a thing! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Buddy-&gt;(Tension agi poyi…sat next to me and started shaking me really hard) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me-&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Enna dee..why r u playing this..Listen am awake!WIDE AWAKE!!  Stop shaking me!  Am conscious &amp;amp; i know what am talking! Last stop’la madhu’oda kutta teacher was with me. She got down. Then this is what happened (I explained everything from getting hit in elbow…)Now am awake but not able to see! Got it…I thought you must all know what happened. In case I lose consciousness again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;I spoke all these very clearly with no shake- no tears in my eyes..no panic, no tension,no fear, infact I was totally cool. I wasn’t upset nor worried but only confused a little bit! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;MACHI-&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Hey! :O Iva theliva dhaan dee iruka!!! She is not sleeping…She is awake! That kutta was only sitting with her. I saw. @me- Ey unaku ezhuga varlaya dee? May I remind you that you r not able to see….Edho lab experiment explain panra mari solli mudikra… Is this &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; soul in your body?! :O Alo… Konjam bayam irukanum machi!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Buddy- &gt; &lt;b&gt;Sathiyama nee velaydala?!!! U r playing – illa dee.. For what u r saying this is not the way u wud be if it is true! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me-&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Adhaan matter’a….. Crying?! I don’t know… Edhuku dee azhanum….&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anga aadi poi irundha enga senior takunu kitta vandhu pulse parthutu…&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Saaptiya? Lunch saptiya?! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even before I could open my mouth to reply..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Buddy -&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Oh my god!! She dint eat lunch , nor break fast &amp;amp; not even yesterdays dinner! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Senior-&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Give her water first!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;NO ONE HAD ANY LEFT!! But eureka!! I have :D &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me-&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah ..i do! Can u get it? Its in my bag.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then my buddy took out the Aquafina bottle! It was heavy…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Senior-&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Adi paavi – its full! What are you…. You didn’t eat food- din’t drink water!! First you drink this water.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; I had spent an entire day with nothing but oxygen. How did I forget to drink water? :O The bottle was full- not a sip did I have for the whole day until now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;I grabbed the bottle &amp;amp; drank &amp;amp; drank &amp;amp; emptied the bottle in one gulp.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now I started to close &amp;amp; open my eyes …..Hoping I may be able to see…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Even till now ...I do not know what bloody GUT that was, I dint cry nor was upset! People around me were.Slowly people around me started to scare me- they panicked &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;….but I never lost hope or felt like crying.I should have ! Come on – u cant see- u weren’t able to hear a thing..then u lost consciousness! Now u r back but you cannot see a spotof light! I knew what it was like to be blind-atleast for few minutes! I DO!! But nothing scared me that day. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Engerndhu ivlo dhillu??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;I lost consciousness- had a feeling that I may not survive this. I really do not know how I was like that! And what was that!!! How can something like this happen. You are only not able to see…. Haven’t heard anything like this before either. I do not have any vison problem either!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are absolutely normal – perfect!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;After that whole 1 litre of water – I was slowly able to see light! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I went like … :O&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;WOW!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me-&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; "I guess I can see now!! Yeah I am able to see things….."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone -&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Really? THANK GOD!!! Are you serious - really?! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me-&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; ( Now very joyfully!!)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hey DOG!! Am able to see..i can see everything… i can see u dee naye! I can see u machi.....blah blah..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I yelled out all their names pointing each one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me-&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Machi ivanga elaam ok..nee kooda tension aviya?? :P Kouthitiye dee!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Machi -&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; It was u dee... How can i take it cool? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ahaaaaaaaaaa!!! THOTUUTA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; I COULD SEE EVERYTHING VERY CLEARLY! Like never before! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;What a weird day it was!! What a weird feeling it was!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;When we got down the bus – all of us knew it was the worst night mare. When we got down Appa was already at the stop, waiting in the car. Me &amp;amp; my buddy got into the car &amp;amp; appa asked the driver to drive back home. But sadhigari :P&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;my buddy blurted out what happened that day!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Appa got really worried and he took me to our family doctor – another prank master who loves to play jokes! But he is an expert! One of the best doctors now &amp;amp; appa’s good friend. All I knew was – they are both gonna yell at me for skipping food. In one way it is true. I guess it was starving for so many hours that these things happened- otherwise it was just a mild hit. He asked me this first&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;“ When was the last day you ate any food?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I toldyaaaa .....“ He is a genius!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;:P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;I went like… “ Uncle- yesterday evening I had,,, then night… today in college- was planning to have lunch but it was time for bus!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Appa &amp;amp; Uncle &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;à&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [[Fumes]]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uncle-&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;” Fuel ilaama plane otalaamnu partha…adhu nadu vanathula poi- dumeeeeeeelnu keezha uzhundhu norungidum! SCIENCE!! U know?… po….poi ozhunga saapdu..ilati next time periya oosiya onnu kuduthu daily adhula unaku sapatuku badhila edhavadhu chemical kuduthu kutha vendiyadhu dhaan .You are perfectly alright . Do not worry. It is weakness! Only few days back you recovered from fever. How dare u dnt eat food for so many hours &amp;amp; I wonder how you survived even with out driniking water! ” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;And he was talking for another half an hour .. and yeah! Appa- DOC- Amma all of them spoke what I had to hear! ;) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And then later that day amma asked&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; “ Why and how come you dint cry?” I did not have an answer... I just din't - din't feel like. May be I knew that everything is going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was the weirdest thing happened to me &amp;amp; weirdest way I had reacted to it!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;There it goes! The weird Tag is done! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Indha weird podhuma innum konjam venuma&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(:P) ???"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is something i never wanted to recollect - but romba weird pathi solanumna idhu gnabagam vandhruchu. Btw, Naan already sila maadham/years munadi weirdo tag ezhudinen :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tag paninapram ezhudhama irukradhu nama history'laye illa.. Adhaan idha vera mari ezhudhinenen..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ayo..romba mokkai potutena? :D  Hehe…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;chill chill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Indha vaati post padicha elaarukum "COKE!!"  :)  -- Thambi kuduthutiya coke?!  Also 1 more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paatu kettutu ponga .. :) Adhu innum kodumayacheynu solreengala..appo pona post’la pota cake kettu poi micham iruku :P adha saaptu ponga!! :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;CHEERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elaarum ezhudurangalanu therila :) but panradhu en kadamaichey! (:P)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;5 pera Tag pananumaam....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;( Tag - idhu dhan actual task -- To write 5 weird facts about you. And tag 5 more people)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Last year i wrote the same tag- SAME TAG- But different content - You could read it in OCTOBER 2006 archive- second post! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elaarayum Tag pana aasai :D but indha vaati maati vidradhu :P ~ Ivargal 5varai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dreamzz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Harish-Mask,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gopps-Devil,&lt;br /&gt;Gops-My days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jagan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-2340559826043414604?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2340559826043414604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=2340559826043414604' title='150 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/2340559826043414604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/2340559826043414604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2007/03/tagged-by-gee-httpwww.html' title='TAG &amp; mozhi song'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><thr:total>150</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-7154673100737416263</id><published>2007-03-13T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T05:12:07.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Elaarukum CAKE &amp; introducing new lyricist :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RfbwyKsmNWI/AAAAAAAAABc/9Rh2F-yzSVs/s1600-h/blackforest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RfbwyKsmNWI/AAAAAAAAABc/9Rh2F-yzSVs/s200/blackforest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041481577543382370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Netraiku birthday :D &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vaanga elaarum cake sapidalaam.... Eduthukteengala??Ippo saptuktey padinga :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Elaarukkum vanakkam..... :)&lt;br /&gt;Amaam..idhu romba rapid fast dhaan..&lt;br /&gt;Pona post pottu 2 naal achu... adhukula enna post 'nu kekaadheenga :D ?? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We have to move on..that is life... :)&lt;br /&gt;Nethiku Birthday - and also innoru special post... :)&lt;br /&gt;This birthday was simply amazing- rocking- ....... HAD A BLAST!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all those lovely hearts who wished :)  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Night 2' varai calls - wishes... :) Thoongi oru vazhuya got up for the big day :) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Inga neraya peruku theriyadhu - marandhurupanganu nenachen..but quiet few some how made it that day .. :) Chat box messages were over whelming &amp;amp; also the comments :)&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!! :) - ungalayum dhaan - siringa..  :) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This Birthday was special - mukkiyama oru sila vishayangal(#) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;#Last Birthday in student life...OK mela padipom...but ippo'dhaiku oru break ilaya...REGULAR  STUDENT life mudidhu :P Mela padichaley irregular dhaney !! ;) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;# Quitting teen last year- this year quitting Twen&lt;b&gt;TY&lt;b&gt; &amp;amp; entering TY 1.... :) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;#Pona birthday varai vetti rani velai veti ilama..(Ofcourse course inum mudila- padichutu irundhen(ken) ) - this birthday kaila velayoda kondadinom illa :D &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;#College days - - last year - oru B.Tech STUDENT'a kadasi birthday. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;#And elaarum- adhaavadhu kondadina elaarum (Puriravangalauku puriyum) kattayam serndhu irupomgra  oru birthday...Next year yar engayo.... epdiyo...... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;#Elaathayum vida  -  this year birthday was very special  with a lovely gift from my sis.... :D  She got me a sooooooooooooper  microphone :D . The best gift EVER!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;#Anna's black forest cake &amp;amp; Amma appa's jewel- gifts were also very special :) and many other nice things from friends &amp;amp; relatives ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;OK...ippo matter'ku varen.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime back our friend Gee had sent me the lyrics that he had written for the song – Warriors Of heaven &amp;amp; Earth – ARR’S Chinese Album. Anupi padalamanu ketaanga… &lt;i&gt;Idhelaam unaku romba over maruthu ’nu neenga solradhu nala ketkudhu..But amaidhi&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;…amaidhi... amadihi....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Namakku  project - test -review adhu idhunu konja naal idha marandhey poiten..aprama oru naal indha anjala parthapo.."aha- promise paninomey! "apdinu oru chinna kutra unarvu...enna having his lyric - without having sung was little bit uncomfortable for me. Nama pona  week'ku munadi -konja naala CRAZY'A anga inga'nu suthi kandadha kudichu throat'a konjam keduthu vechrundha time adhu.....Sari- edra aruvala - nadakradhu nadakatum'nu naanum mic'a eduthu padinen :P ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oru 3 trial panen....Adhuku mela..namma mic out...dnt worry not the microphone- en voice. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sari idhai ippo anupidalaam'nu anupinen.....Gee patta  kettutu romba perundhanmaya- nala iruku apdi ipdinu solitanga ;)  Infact this was done simply to get his lyrics in musical form...so romba casual'a - (quality nalla ilanu solla varen) jolly'a padinadhu....Gee paatu podalaam..podra alavu nalla iruku'nu solitaanga..Naan kooda sonen..."Namma page'la kaladika neraya &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;peru&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;  waiting.....So konjam yosanaya dhan irukunu :P" Kindly bare with the quality- this was just a casual try! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Chumma apdiye jolly’a try panadhu ! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sari sari- aniyayama mokkai potuten...hehe...adikka elaarum kalla kooda eduthuteenga...i cud se that...&lt;b&gt; Elai-- yaaru adhu avlo periya paarangalloda nikradhu?? Shivaji kiterndhu sutupteenga pola....Illa illa...keezha vayunga- edharundhalum pesi theerthukalaam. ...Ukarunganne....Colour kudikreengala... tappu tippunu tension areenga... :P &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sari- elarum en kitta enna comedy venaalum panunga..we have a guest this time..so all behave :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;En mela ingaye kaladikalaam...anaa yaravadhu quality pathi soneenga....apram kettakovam varum- adhaan solitom'la quality nala irukadhu- idhu jolly'ku panadhunu- enna panatum karoake kedakala :) So plz....adjust !!! Adhelaam panuveenga- karkalai dhaan inum keezhey vaikavillai... :P&lt;br /&gt;Apdiye pocket'la potuktu waiting...&lt;br /&gt;Here is Gee's post on the same in his page -&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://veyililmazai.blogspot.com/"&gt;(Gee's page)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt; :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;NILAVIN MUGAMOODI &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lyricist :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Geeyavudeen - Z dhanunga! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;To see the lyrics - you could visit  -&lt;a href="http://veyililmazai.blogspot.com/2006/12/8.html"&gt;Z's post on that&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Original Track:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Warriors of heaven &amp;amp; Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;To hear the song - BB -  &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5105656&amp;amp;q=hi"&gt;இங்கே&lt;/a&gt; சொடுக்கவும்.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dial up users - &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5105656&amp;amp;q=lo"&gt;இங்கே&lt;/a&gt; சொடுக்கவும்.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sari- ippodhaiku naan jute.... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Thoookams comings :P&lt;br /&gt;Andha kadasila irukradhu yaarupa - Andha  paraangala vechiyapa...Thambi/Thangachee/Yekkav ... ..Unaku apple juice undu...sariya?? :) Pechungrapo- pechoda irukanum- sinna pulla thnama illa iruku neepanradhu :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Note for Gee : Thanks for a lovely post Gee :) That was relly nice of you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-7154673100737416263?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7154673100737416263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=7154673100737416263' title='101 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/7154673100737416263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/7154673100737416263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2007/03/elaarukum-cake-introducing-new-lyricist.html' title='Elaarukum CAKE &amp; introducing new lyricist :)'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RfbwyKsmNWI/AAAAAAAAABc/9Rh2F-yzSVs/s72-c/blackforest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>101</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-214347580395495425</id><published>2007-03-10T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T11:21:18.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Responsibility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free india?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We better start thinking'/><title type='text'>The guilty me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RfMooKsmNVI/AAAAAAAAABU/Hu9tDUMgYrU/s1600-h/LS019749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RfMooKsmNVI/AAAAAAAAABU/Hu9tDUMgYrU/s200/LS019749.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040417078489003346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I Returned home – with the  guilt!&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The guilty idiot ~ &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that I am! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;It was a very beautiful day. 3 of us (Me,co1,co2) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;planned to have a day out together &amp; decided to go on our own. Traveling on our own is so much fun &amp;amp; adventurous.Every time there is something new I see/observe, sometimes- strange, nice, funny,adorable,sad,beautiful…name it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But today what I saw was pathetic &amp; more annoying. This took place in one of the public toilets – in Chennai. Oh come on, this is not yet another  complain on sanitation…but a humanitarian crisis! And no joke! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;While in the morning…say at around 9 or so…we reached this place &amp; 2 of us &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;wanted to use the rest room. So we went &amp;amp; paid the money to a really VILLI looking fat lady(More like the one who keeps speaking filthy dialogs  in tamil movie- kasthuri maan)  in the counter &amp; walked in. I observed a small girl – not a kid though… an adolescent –say &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;some where between 12 to15 years of age. She was sitting on the floor &amp;amp; washing some clothes. This very sight was not very comfortable to see… How could someone wash the clothes in public rest room &amp; use it? Alright…not my business &amp;amp; may be this is a better place for this girl to wash. And I noticed she was not wearing a very comfortable wear. It was more like the slips/(Commonly called as)shimmi ....that is generally worn as an inner garment but yeah- kids do roam around wearing that, because it looks more like a sleeveless frock. But is generally not a comfortable wear to come out in public with. I smiled at the girl in embarrassment when she looked up at me. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And we left &amp; had our long day spent in the longest way we could have. And yes – it was a wonderful day until we returned to the same spot that morning…yeah the same restroom. In the evening at around &lt;st1:time minute="45" hour="16"&gt;4:45&lt;/st1:time&gt; we reached this place &amp;amp; co1 wanted to wash her face. So we went to the same place again. Now me &amp; co 2 stayed back outside. And the (gundu villi) fat lady with villain looks had few other men talking to her. Co 1 came back in few minutes and said … “Hey ..the girl you  told about this morning – remember??She is still in there washing- in same state, now looking even more pathetic. She is not properly dressed yet! I wonder if she even came out for lunch.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was shocked to hear this and told my co’s that &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I shall go, check if she is good and get back. My Co1 got really mad at me &amp; said “We cannot trace this every day &amp;amp; secure her forever. Now do not try something heroic and get us all into trouble. Look at that lady- she looks like she can smash the 3 of us in one go. And don’t u dream I will come for help. We are here alone. Remember that!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="arial" style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hahaha…I know about co1- She would be the first to come to scene :D &amp; to rescue in case I get in trouble…..But yes- i knew the fact she is saying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me&lt;/i&gt;- “But then I think I really want to go. U got to go when u got to go…please ,give me some change. I will be right back”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="arial" style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I entered the restroom I was expecting not very serious about this hoping there may be a better answer. I entered &amp;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;yes she was right there – same posture &amp;amp; with a pile of clothes. Now most of them wet(she had finished washing) – and she was not properly dressed yet. This time I couldn’t keep quiet. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="arial" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I tried to talk cool with this little girl …. This is what happened … &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="arial" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&lt;/i&gt; Dey! Morning &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;unna&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; inga parthen ila?? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="arial" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;The girl: &lt;/i&gt;Amaam’ka siricheengaley! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="arial" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&lt;/i&gt; Amaam… :) Sari! Innum enna panra?? Dressum mathikala… Yaravadhu ula &lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;varaporanga.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="arial" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;The girl: &lt;/i&gt;(Simply smiled) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="arial" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&lt;/i&gt; Sari… Veliya poniya – saptiya…? Ilati inga dhan irukiya kalailerndhey? Dress panitavadhu velaya paren! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="arial" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;The girl:&lt;/i&gt; Inga dhan irundhen’ka.Dress irukkuuuuuuu – veliya&lt;i&gt; amma&lt;/i&gt; vechurukaanga. Idhelaam thuvachu mudikanum…apram dhan…(someone came in) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="arial" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;We both looked – I was near the wash basin. It was that (gundu villi) Fat lady- who was chatting with few men outside.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="arial" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;She stared at the little girl &amp; spoke to her something in a different language- I couldn’t understand. It wasn’t tamil/telugu/hindhi/Malayalam/kannadam. It was not any of the familiar language. And her tone wasn’t very good. And as she spoke the girls face frowned. And then Villi left. And then I tried to see her …she wasn’t looking up at all. She was again back to scrubbing the clothes. She wasn’t ready for a conversation or she was not allowed to have one….. &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="arial" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: Sari..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;dress paniko mudhala- aprama poi &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;edhavadhu saapdu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="arial" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;The girl:&lt;/i&gt; (Looked up at me – with a confused face &amp; din’t utter a word. Simply nodded &amp;amp; tried hard to smile) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="arial" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&lt;/i&gt; (Smiled back &amp; walked out now even more confused ,annoyed &amp;amp; angry) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I came out, I looked at the place where this fat lady was sitting- so that I could try talking to her. She was still chatting with those men. They dint seem very friendly either. I wished she was alone- so could have made some attempt to talk to her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I turned back this side to look at my co’s. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;:O What I saw this side was even more a vili looking angry girl! Yeah that’s co1. She found out – even with out me uttering a word. And as I neared they asked “ Why maruthu…we told you. It is like that. Look at your face! It looks pathetic. You need not have … ”Co1 seemed really annoyed however co2 tried to convince me… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bloody hell!! Don’t we see what this is- &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHILD ABUSE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt; As defined - &lt;i&gt;Child abuse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; is the physical or psychological maltreatment of a child, often synonymous with the term &lt;b&gt;child maltreatment&lt;/b&gt; or the term &lt;b&gt;child abuse and neglect&lt;/b&gt;. Some definitions also include the abuse of children by other children or by themselves .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; It is happening right here – in front of us! I felt like I was so damn useless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We could clearly see what is happening….The child was literally being tortured. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;From morning 8+ till evening 4:45pm a small girl sitting inside all alone with &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;no proper dress, No food, No one inside with her, No water, and almost all that she does is scrub-wash- rinse…. scrub-wash- rinse…. scrub-wash- rinse…. scrub-wash- rinse….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Won’t a human being go crazy when subjected to something monotonous &amp; cruel like this? And she is hardly 15 may be or even less. What did she do to go through this? And the pile of clothes!! Oh my god! I don’t think even you &amp;amp; I would have washed so much in a day – even if we had washed our own family members clothes! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I was in a state of confusion…co1 looked like she is gonna turn me into ashes &amp; my inner voice told that they have a point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Come on – we are three young girls who have come all alone – with no back up &amp; this place was deserted too. Also the fat lady is not alone – she has company. And the way she sounded inside…MaaaaaaaaaaaaN - &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;am not going to near her alone. Also when she looked at me – it dint seem very much like she would encourage a talk. And am no good at street fight- or should I say fight! My back up dnt seem very comfortable either. And in case we went to talk to her &amp;amp; then she nods an OK. After we leave in case if she is beaten up black &amp; blue?!! Can it get worse…. Can I possibly do something worse than this to that girl?.... atleast now she has her room to be free from pain- assault . &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And had I complained to the police man who was around…. What if he simply warns the lady &amp; goes away! Then she beats up the girl for talking to me or even for telling me (Like she did/was let to). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In worst case, she will drag the girl to a different place &amp;make her toil there. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I knew something was going wrong…I knew something is not right…I knew someone was denied the right…A child is denied her right to live her childhood. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And this is humiliation to the girl child!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But that day – I had to walk off…. Come like nothing was wrong. I wish I wasn’t alone there that day! Had appa or My cousin or some grown up been there something could have been done.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was so incapable!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt so low- for the selfish creature that I am.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So useless – so self centered – inhumane idiot that I am! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was elder than that girl….grown up- and I knew what was happening- she knew that I know now….but still I walked away so powerless…so incapable! I lost sleep that night!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am guilty!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I feel awful about my behavior – I feel ashamed for what I was not able to do! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And most of all – I am angry with myself ~ the situation ~ the fat lady! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;It is better to admit your mistakes than hiding – isn’t it ?? So here I go- I AM CULPABLE! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I will not go silent – not anymore…. I shall try to get to the same place again &amp; find the fat lady-this time with some proper backup. And am telling the fat lady that she is wrong! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tell her that this could be taken very seriously if I instigate complain. I am telling her that the child needs to live her life!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS: I wanted to make the 75th post, a memorable one... i will not forget this in my life. But however wanted to mark the 75th post with a sweet post- and a lovely song - lyrics by  our &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://veyililmazai.blogspot.com/"&gt;Friend Z/Gee &lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; But this came up. Next post would be that and about the birthday funda-DEAL! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-214347580395495425?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/214347580395495425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=214347580395495425' title='67 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/214347580395495425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/214347580395495425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2007/03/guilty-me.html' title='The guilty me!!!'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RfMooKsmNVI/AAAAAAAAABU/Hu9tDUMgYrU/s72-c/LS019749.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>67</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-3402358429435639606</id><published>2007-02-23T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T05:15:12.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>TAG'O'TAG!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Rd8ufl3VVYI/AAAAAAAAABI/lNGaQhwPweg/s1600-h/Masala+Dosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Rd8ufl3VVYI/AAAAAAAAABI/lNGaQhwPweg/s200/Masala+Dosa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034794028698523010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello my dear - very dear friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After a long time I have taken up a tag…This one is from Our new friend..”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://hunky4gals.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brute&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey brute ! Thanx for the tags..I always love tags!! " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Along with this….Here is another song!!  : ) If you are patient ..Hear &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Image - No ..no i dnt!! :) its just a feast- virtual feast!! Enjoy... Elaarum !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Esply, KK...Cheer up!! Idhenna jujubee- as promised~~ idho special dosai :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Saapdama poidadheenga!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LONELY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5038915&amp;q=lo" target="_blank"&gt;Dial up users ..click me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5038915&amp;q=hi" target="_blank"&gt;BB users ..click me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;HER GOES THE TAG!!&lt;br /&gt;Those in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;=&gt; too many to list!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite Color&lt;/em&gt;: Blue, Green, Hm…B&amp;W :D ofcourse&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite Food:Any kind- all kind.. :P But ofcourse LOVE amma’s&amp;amp;Chithi’s recipes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite Month&lt;/em&gt;: March :D 123..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Songs&lt;/strong&gt;: (Too many to list- so I go by recent crush ;) …. Arey- with the SONG!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Hindi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Recently…”Ey harathi..” (GURU) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Tamil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; Vaigasi nilave ..(Unnale unnale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Telugu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm…. The DOL DOL song (Porikki..:P sorry pokkiri)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;English&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;: &lt;/b&gt;Ah… TRUST ME! Too many- but now this track that I have uploaded :)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Favorite Movie:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Kandukondaen Kandukondaen, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KHNH, Spider man &amp; I am SAM &lt;span style=""&gt;                                         &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;Kid &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;*Favorite Sport&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Once it was any game with my flat mates..then it was throw ball during high school….shuttle….. Table tennis…..Hm..many many!!!! Recently BINGO &amp; Thirudan police (Final year- yaarum class eduka matengraanga...ponnunga elaam pongal podmnu koopidraanga..but adhu vida idhu better – so fight panni elaarayum velayada vechruven ) :D Its not a sport- DUH!! :P I know.i know..but in class room when there is actual activity while playing the game :P why not call it a sport :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;Favorite&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; Season&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; Any season – provided you are not denied food &amp;amp; sleep :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Favorite Day Of the week&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Haha…Good josheen!!! SUNDAY :D U know y…… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Favorite Ice Cream Flavor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vanilla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Favorite Time of Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;: &lt;/b&gt;hm…Time when people around you are in good mood =&gt; U too would obviously be! ( Am not very choosy about this)After all, every &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;today- its just one day! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 CURRENTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current Mood&lt;/em&gt;: Cheerful :D &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current Taste&lt;/em&gt;: hm..I just had water…what does it taste like?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current Clothes&lt;/em&gt;: Lungi….Munda baniyan ..with a towel in my head(inside which ajith &amp; surya kudutha peedi kattu…apram vijay’oda vathi petti…apram enga kooda nethu night thanni adicha 3 kosu innum mappula thoonginu iruku…) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current Desktop&lt;/em&gt;: Hm… Does it matter?? :D &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current Time&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;i&gt; Asuku busuku..naan eppo tag ezhudhuna enna? :P &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current Surroundings&lt;/em&gt;: Music!! :) &lt;i&gt;“Kangal paarthaen..kavi anaen…”Kandu pidiunga parpom enna patunu! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current Thoughts&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;i&gt;About studies :P apdinu sonna nambuveengalo?!!hehe &lt;/i&gt;About my really sincere answer to the following questions :P &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 FIRSTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First Best Friend&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amma : )&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First Screen Name&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;~~~Am not a celebrity! ~~~~ DUH~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First Pet&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:( pappooooooo- right here…in my page- See left column!!Luv u pappooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First Piercing&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;i&gt; Naan mathavangaluku kaadhu kuthinadha solradha..illa enaku china vayasula konala kuthina thaatha pathi solradha?? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First Album&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;~~~Am not a celebrity! ~~~~ DUH~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First Movie&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;~~~Am not a celebrity! ~~~~ DUH~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 LASTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Cigarette&lt;/em&gt;: Hee hee…the one I smoked or the one I saw?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Drink alcoholic&lt;/em&gt;: same….? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Non-alcoholic&lt;/em&gt;: WATER – I just toldya!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Car Ride&lt;/em&gt;: To the college….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Movie Seen&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:) I really dnt remember…ah..yeah “Maid in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Manhattan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Phone Call&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;i&gt; Edhukkuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu?? &lt;/i&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Book Read&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Chicken soup for women’s soul !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have You Ever Broken the Law&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe….apram?!! :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have You Ever Been Arrested&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hm…adhelaam enga nadakudhu :P !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have You Ever Been on TV&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hm…Yes -a few number of times! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have You Ever Lied&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;VACHEENGA PARUNGA NETHI ADI!!! Who sets these questions….. meet me soon!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have You Ever Kissed Someone You Didn't Know&lt;/em&gt;: Hm…. Yes! But not like GRAB SOME ONE IN THE STREET &amp;amp; KISS (Am not desperate!!) :P …but yeah strangers ..hey hey hey ….&lt;b&gt;ONLY KIDS!!!! :&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 THINGS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thing You're Wearing&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;i&gt; Adhukula poi dress mathitu vara naan enna heroine’a…LUNGI dhaan :P soneney!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thing You've Done Today&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;i&gt; Edhukkuney!!! &lt;/i&gt; I need to have a talk with qn setter!! :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thing You Can Hear Right Now&lt;/em&gt;: told ya…. GURU song&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thing You Can't Live Without&lt;/em&gt;: ME! :D ( This is one place where using me is never a mistake!! ;) is it?? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thing You Do When You're Bored&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I try to bore the bore!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 PLACES YOU'VE BEEN TODAY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Place1 , Place 2, place 3 – please do not tell this to any!!:P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Edhukku oi?? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Edhukku?? :P &lt;/i&gt; Repeat- Qn setter……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 PEOPLE YOU CAN TELL ANYTHING TO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; Paarda….. Neenga elaam ularina naangalum ularunuma enna?? Hehe….&lt;/i&gt; I say what ever I have to , to whom ever it should be told. SIMPLE! Idhukunu oru question’a??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 CHOICES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;black or white&lt;/em&gt;: Depends for what/why – they are chosen! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Hot or Cold&lt;/em&gt;: Same…. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 THING YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVE MY LIFE! :) Live it the way I want it…&amp; leave this place peacefully! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here is my favourite part :) TAGGING YOUR FRIENDS…. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you are interested to write this… ( Ragasiyama oru signal kudunga :) – you are in ) signal it to me….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because it is really annoying when you tag some one &amp;amp; they do not turn up…it really buGGs :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But here are two buddies whom I am going to tag – why why why- why them?? :P &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because..this tag would be the very first tag they ever take up in their blog venture. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I take the pleasure in tagging them, for they would also enjoy writing this! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;a href="http://jaganrules.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Jagan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://lordvoldermort.blogspot.com/"&gt;GOPPS&lt;/a&gt; …You are tagged!! : ) hehaaaaaaa&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;JUMP IN !!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hm... Naangalum tag ezhudhuvomla!...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Btw, Are u interested in writing? :) sollungo..am here to tag u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PS: Paatula remba pudhusa edho try panings ..so  HEHEHE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-3402358429435639606?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3402358429435639606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=3402358429435639606' title='123 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/3402358429435639606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/3402358429435639606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/tagotag.html' title='TAG&apos;O&apos;TAG!! :)'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Rd8ufl3VVYI/AAAAAAAAABI/lNGaQhwPweg/s72-c/Masala+Dosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>123</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-4320607749518080131</id><published>2007-02-13T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T06:06:58.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CALL THAT LOVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RdISTP3T3LI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KpIzE09C48A/s1600-h/valntne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 372px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RdISTP3T3LI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KpIzE09C48A/s400/valntne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031103855611600050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Call that LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And am here to sing you a happy song... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=4982368&amp;q=lo.com" target=""&gt;Dial up users- click here to hear the song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=4982368&amp;q=hi.com" target=""&gt;BB user's - click here to hear the song&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The valentine’s day is here….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We need to have a separate discussion for if such a day is necessary at all ( for our Indian culture.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But no…lets not go there :) atleast for now. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I do wish to make a point here…these days the valentines day has developed more aversion all because of some sick- oops some love sick people’s atrocious behaviour in public.. Am sure my friends who are around here don’t join that club. :) No offence – if any new visitors who may belong to that club! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On this day am planning to send out a special gift- yes the one in pic – a bracelet for my school buddy with whom am still in touch. SMS, Snail mail, e-mail…..We first met during 1996 &amp;amp; ever since we are great friends &amp; value each other! TOUCH WOOD! :) Now love is not just some silly feeling between a chick &amp;amp; a dude! :P &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;LOVE- a profoundly tender, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;passionate affection for another passion. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;- a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or &lt;span style=""&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;friend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;- a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Speaking of love something that crossed my mind &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;# Couple walking down the street on a silent night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HUSBAND: &lt;/b&gt;“Last year- I was able to take you for a ride in our car that we just sold to&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;pay our debt. But I was busy doing business. This year they dumped me &amp; when I want to take you for a ride- I have no car! Am sorry that am making you go through all this. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WIFE:&lt;/b&gt;( Gripping his hand! ) I really missed those long walks honey!Am happy you are here with me now -to walk! I would hate driving alone. :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;CALL THAT LOVE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt; # Brother getting back home really late on a promised day ….&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BROTHER : &lt;/b&gt;OI…. Do u think I got home late in the night to see &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; long faces? !! :P I came back coz’ I promised this day! And its not yet 12…. So am here as promised on this day! Come on – our plan for the day…Lets watch the movie… :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SISTERZ: &lt;/b&gt;:&gt; Hm… :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Although they were mad at him….. They did sit and watch the movie. And half way through , seeing their bro sleep like a kid – how can one not smile?! They decided to pause it &amp; watch the next day! All three went to bed that night  with that special feeling of being loved!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;CALL THAT LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt; #Granee &amp; Mom…&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl&lt;/b&gt;:( Washing the bowl- tells her mom) You know ma, paati loved that APPLE SHAKE!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOM&lt;/b&gt;: What shake?? She hates apple shake….Did she have it?? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom to Granee&lt;/b&gt;: Did u have the apple shake? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You never liked it &amp;amp; never had! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Granee&lt;/b&gt;: Well, when she has made it with so much love – how can u say no?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl&lt;/b&gt;: &lt; ##### U know…..##### &gt; Paaaaaaatiiiiiiiii :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;CALL THAT LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After a long day, when the family has gathered for dinner! You had a terrible day &amp; is in no mood even to talk about it. Not to any one….When you think that no one noticed it and after dinner your dad calls you &amp;amp; asks…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAD :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“What went wrong, dear? What happened ….. :) ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;These simple words would have brought down all those worries crashing down to the floor!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KID:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;### An amused look with thought running in the head .."How did appa know??" and returns a gentle smile.... then ofcourse..you know talk-it- over  ## ### &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;CALL THAT LOVE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;#Friends ….after &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;receiving a disastrous &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;answer sheet corrected by a terrible teacher &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend1:&lt;/b&gt; I can’t believe she gave me 30/50…Dumb lady!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend2:&lt;/b&gt; Don’t worry! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend1:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How could she?? Look at this answer…. What more should I write?! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend2:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Chill dee!! Don’t bother!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend1:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Now eyes are little watery) But this will bring down my internal! CRAP! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend2:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh…come on!! Why pay any shit to her?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend1:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Little annoyed..) Yeah…. Like you would have taken my mark with a happy face! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Freind2: YEAH!! Ofcourse!! :D I just flunked!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend1:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(DAMN! ) :O …..Am sorry dee….. Am really sorry….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend2:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now we both know she is such a stupid paper corrector…&amp; don not worry- she would not correct the final exam papers! Lets celebrate this!! :P &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And you mind wiping off that little drop near your eyes…Because it really is insulting that I don’t have any !! :P Cheer up !! Don’t get upset for such sick issues! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend1:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt; #### U know t expression… ####&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;CALL THAT LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;# Pals who have not spoken for months because of some silly misunderstanding.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;When some one has irritated, annoyed  &amp; broken trust, but then realizes the mistake and apologizes…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;“No… it is alright. We do commit &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mistakes! Am glad you have realized it…I don’t mind at all. Lets leave that behind and move on…. Because after all that’s what friends are! Be there for each other no matter what! Am glad you are back “&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;CALL THAT LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;# 2 people ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;After a very long &amp; terrible argument, one of them saying... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;"Let us stop this dear!! Do u think this is of any value at all?..... Let’s forget it....and move on.....And am sorry! May be i should not have... "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;CALL THAT LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;How many people would still be in good terms had they realized the value of this statement...how many could have still been friends.....how many would have still been there for each other..... How many forgot this?! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hm…. So, Love is a great feeling to share with another human being- or even your pet. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;SO this valentine’s day- tell your loved one….that they mean a lot to you. Make them feel- you value them- so will they &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp; appreciate them for the same. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There is a general complain about the songs I choose. Are they all really that very sad?! No…No..am a happy person!! &lt;i&gt; Elaarum ketungapaaaaaaaaaaa………..AM A VERY HAPPY PERSON!! :) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well…. Here I have tried a song that is  new for me though. I have sang in a new style - with a little pep &amp;amp; life added to it…I GUESS!!HEHEHE! &lt;i&gt; Kallai vittu erinjudadheenga…Pudhu try avlo dhaan!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;Let your loved one's know...... You care!&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-4320607749518080131?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4320607749518080131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=4320607749518080131' title='113 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/4320607749518080131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/4320607749518080131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/call-that-love.html' title='CALL THAT LOVE!'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RdISTP3T3LI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KpIzE09C48A/s72-c/valntne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>113</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-2632455936846455374</id><published>2007-02-03T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T10:00:57.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new try in singing- hear the track!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=4959293&amp;q=lo"&gt;KHNH Heart beat-My rendition  --&gt; Click this link to hear my  track!! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that all my friends have approved the template- i start off with the posting! :)    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hope you like this track. I have made use of the music track that is played as the title track in the movie- Kal ho naa ho! &lt;i&gt; Enna try panirukenu kettu parunga. Hindhi theriyadha- pidikadha nanbrahal elaam thala therika odiradheenga….Ketal puriyum why’nu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now that all my friends have approved this template- which if they dint’…they know what would have happened!! :P &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok ….Here is something that could surprise you. I haven’t been in a train- the local train before. I remember once – I have tried it. But this was the first time we actually traveled in a local train –Electric train.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;b&gt; An incident in the electric train!!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;We got the tickets &amp;amp; got into the train.Another friend of ours gave us all the instructions &amp; directed us to the compartment. Myself &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;My Sister we got into the train. First we had seat only for one. So one of us took the seat &amp; then soon we got another. Now both of us are seated opposite facing each other. Then there was a very old lady who came in &amp;amp; the seat adjacent to me was free. Ok ow to make the part exactly the same way how we narrated to amma on getting back home I will put it the exact same way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom:&lt;/b&gt;” How was &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; train travel?? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;First time…. How did you both find it to be?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Both of us:&lt;/b&gt; It was great ma!! :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sis:&lt;/b&gt; Hey- lets tell her what happened…. That boy!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; :P &lt;i&gt; Vendaam dee&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sis: &lt;/b&gt;Oh..come on. Whats there – &lt;i&gt;sollu sollu….&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Naan sonne illa ma…we got seat late. Apram konja neram kazhichu – 3 of us adjusted &amp; sat. Me,another boy &amp;amp; an old lady. I had my bag on my lap &amp; rested both my hands on it. I was looking out through the window. I suddenly felt a very gentle touch.&lt;i&gt; Yaaro en kai mela avanga kaiya vecha mari irundhadhu…takkunu thirumbi parthen. No one. Then again…yaro en kaya thotta&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;mari irundhadhu..this time edukala..i could still feel. Thriumbi paatha…it was that boy. Naan sari- thookam polanu- took off my hands. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom &lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt; Idhaan sonen….vendaamnu. Ini eppavum u r not going in train. That’s it. This is your last time..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Both of us&lt;/b&gt; : &lt;b&gt; ??? En amma ivlo tension areenga?? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom&lt;/b&gt;: Pinna enavaam!!! U r not going…&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sis&lt;/b&gt;:  Hey loosu !! We dnt tell amma that it was ladies compartment…She has mistaken that boy for some handsome young boy!!&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Both of us&lt;/b&gt;: LOL!!! &lt;i&gt; Vizhundhu vizhundhu sirichom…..&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then I continued…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Me:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ammmaa….Amma…. Adhu oru kutti payyan ma. Indha paatiyoda perandi. He was too little &amp;amp; very cute. I wonder why- chumma chumma kaiya pudichuktaan…I dnt mind. I loved that kiddo- :) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt; Adhaney parthen…neenga rendum perum-jansi rani achey- summa vitruka mateengaley’nu!! Kutti payana?!! LOL!! And the whole night- 3 of us often started laughing thinking abt this mis communication.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SISTER’S FUN!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; Me &amp; my sis had the special communication to recollect &amp;amp; laugh at. While all this was happening…I told u my sis was sitting opposite to me. She messaged to me from the other mobile… things like these…that couldn’t &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;stop me from laughing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;#-SIS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;~ - Me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;# Oi… Enna nadakudhu inga…Avan enadi kai potutu irukaan??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;~ WHAT!!! :O Ey…he is a KID…Give it a break!!!Doggie :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; # Ey..enna idhu !!! Kai pudichuktaan….?? Konjam kooda mariyadhaye illa….Idhu sariya padala&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;~ I am trying to have a talk with him…. Parthutu thalaya thriupikraan.Orusmile mattum dhan kudukraan.!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; He seems to be really in love with u…don’t let go off…. Pavam dee!! :P &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;~ NOW I TOTALLY GOT ANNOYED. &lt;i&gt; Payyana paarthu SOODA oru morai… “Un&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;peru&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; enna??”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;PODIYAN-The kid! &lt;/b&gt;: (Thiruttu muzhi - Paatiya parka) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Paati&lt;/b&gt; : Akka &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;edam&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; kuduthangala…&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;peru&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; sollu da…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Podiyan&lt;/b&gt;: Vignesh ka'...elaarum vicky'nu koopduvanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; ME: (That was adorable a kid!! I couldn't resist a kiss. Gave him a kiss.) Ok..vicky... Akka will get down now. You &amp; paati can then sit comfortably!!OK? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ever i see a local train- this incident is flashing &amp;amp; will always falsh in my brain!!&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to hear the Track!! &amp; leav eur feed back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PAPPOO &lt;/b&gt;- Do treat him if you have found him in my page!! :P Keep looking...if not!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/%20http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=4959293&amp;amp;q=lo" target=""&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-2632455936846455374?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2632455936846455374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=2632455936846455374' title='110 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/2632455936846455374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/2632455936846455374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/khnh-heart-beat-my-rendition.html' title='A new try in singing- hear the track!'/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><thr:total>110</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-3422754272264567510</id><published>2007-01-30T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T08:17:23.036-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Template'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;Its new , baby!! ;) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;Pudhussu kanna pudhusu!! ;) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe!! Am talking about the template here!! Do let me know how it looks. If u feel it is 'below okay', and want to make some really bad comment :P …Plz use this smiley- [:|] That will do… hehe!!Am kidding- tell me ! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;And if you felt is was ok &amp; above average- feel FREE to tell me! :) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Idhu enna orey girlish’a oru template- adhu idhunu yaravadhu sollunga… :P &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; Pala maadhangaluku munadiye idhu thonuchu,ADHAANGA TEMPLATE CHANGE…ippo vendaam- ippo vendaam’nu vittuten. Enna??!!....&lt;/i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;I had a thought about changing my template, but I was only hesitating for my little heart can’t take any &lt;b&gt; ( PS: )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wrecks! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;Ok, finally one fine day I decided to sit&amp;amp; work on the design, coding &amp; the image.There were plenty of hands offering to help. But I wanted to do this all by myself! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I took one evening &amp;amp; almost got this new template- ALL DONE! But then it was only IE_friendly. It had a pathetic look &amp; was not aligned at all in firefox &amp;amp; also it looked like a newspaper- too long!!! I tried editing…but Ooof!! I really dnt know a way out. There were so many good hearts offering to help, and THANKS TO ALL THOSE LOVELY PEOPLE!!! : ) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was overwhelming, indeed!And  finally i  said ok when my sis offered to help ( Very KIND of her!! :D coz she actually fixed it). She struggled with firefox &amp; the coding &amp;amp; now its looks fine.Infact it looks great!! ;)  Don't tell me - u  have a  different browser &amp;amp; the template still needs fixing!  Am sure it works fine in ur PC- does it? :)  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;  &lt;i&gt; Irukalamaa ejamaan? ilaati theerpa- sorry template'a mathidanumaa? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Indha template sudra velai elaam inga venaam :P soliputen….. Naan gaandi tension anaen- azhudhuduven.&lt;/i&gt; Asking is never a bad.But I hate stealing! &lt;i&gt; Suda dhaan koodadhu! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-3422754272264567510?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3422754272264567510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=3422754272264567510' title='54 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/3422754272264567510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/3422754272264567510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-new-baby-pudhussu-kanna-pudhusu.html' title=''/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><thr:total>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-2720702311794267548</id><published>2007-01-18T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T07:30:57.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College days'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my all time favourite&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=4894857&amp;q=lo" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nayagan-Thenpaandi cheemayile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Marutham.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kindly ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Ra5pzmvw8kI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MaTqPT9sEUo/s1600-h/noida.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021066969859813954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Ra5pzmvw8kI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MaTqPT9sEUo/s320/noida.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Click the link to hear the song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For some reason i love this song so much....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember , once in the class room someone had this song in their mobile &amp; played it. It was a lunch break &amp;amp; we were all rushing up finishing a home work(in Numerical Methods) that eventually all of us forgot to do the previous evening. Hearing this song.... &lt;em&gt;Naan enga irundhenu marandhu poi...&lt;/em&gt;went to some other world. And when i got back to the real world on hearing the bell ringing, it was too late. Sir entry - for the first time, am sitting in his class without completing the H.W. I had the option of copying the answer - but i never wanted to do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was hoping he wouldn't come &amp; hit my note, but what happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lucky me.... &lt;em&gt;First row'la vera yaaru noteyaavadhu eduthrukka koodadha?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Matnenda.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He took my note &amp;amp; went through what topic he had covered the previous day. Then came to THIS PAGE- where the problem was hanging in the air....and looked through his glasses at me.&lt;em&gt;Enaku semma bayam. &lt;/em&gt;My imagination took its worst form.And in my head&lt;em&gt;" Paataa da kekra paatu-- ippo nee paatu vanguva paaru!!"&lt;/em&gt; I was shaken with fear, and I remained silent looking puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;He returned my note book &amp;amp; smiled,said"So students today i will be dealing with..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aha...appao naan deal'a?! Ayya jolly!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enakku orey gushi!! Namala onnum solama poitereynu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He used to send the students out of the class if they have not completed the work. But as i said already ,it was THE FIRST TIME- I sat in his class without completing the work . And i was one in that GUMBAL that shouts out&lt;/span&gt; the answer first. Hm... &lt;em&gt;Enngayo aramichu engayo vandhuten.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This&lt;strong&gt; IS&lt;/strong&gt; an unforgettable song for me and will always be….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;PS:&lt;i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;To &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the devil,dreamzz,arunkumar,KK,Syam,Ranjhith,Nirek,Bharani- Thanku for the comments. I will write on that very same topic later.I will get back with the VERY SAME TOPIC! :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On a well-wishers advice- the original post had been removed. But I shall get back with the same topic later, when things are back to normal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-2720702311794267548?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2720702311794267548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=2720702311794267548' title='69 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/2720702311794267548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/2720702311794267548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/negligence-nayagan-then-paandi.html' title=''/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Ra5pzmvw8kI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MaTqPT9sEUo/s72-c/noida.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>69</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-1582682429607753479</id><published>2007-01-03T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:40:16.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RZvY_ABpepI/AAAAAAAAAAo/e7OrkTIVarM/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015841186857450130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RZvY_ABpepI/AAAAAAAAAAo/e7OrkTIVarM/s200/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishing you all a very very happy new year!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This new year is going to be great. I have a very very strong feeling about it. For this new year - i gave a break for amma's monotonous COOKING work. So namma samayl for a day! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats in the pic...Do not worry- every1 is safe &amp; sound . And here are few songs that i sang in the recent days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishing that we have a peaceful 2006+.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Click these links to hear the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=4842606&amp;amp;q=lo" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Song for PEACE.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-- Marutham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=4789813&amp;amp;q=lo" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maargazhi thingal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-- Marutham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ippodhaiku JUTE.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-1582682429607753479?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1582682429607753479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=1582682429607753479' title='102 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/1582682429607753479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/1582682429607753479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/wishing-you-all-very-very-happy-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RZvY_ABpepI/AAAAAAAAAAo/e7OrkTIVarM/s72-c/Picture+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>102</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-3878463481669844160</id><published>2006-12-06T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T08:21:16.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Responsibility'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RXc-tnyZk_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/bWKoUXK2vxA/s1600-h/AXR002070%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005538464341005298" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RXc-tnyZk_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/bWKoUXK2vxA/s200/AXR002070%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Prisoner! --&gt; A must read Story!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello every one — I was planning to post this Short-long-story sometime back. But now is the right time for me to post it….with all delicate touches made.&lt;br /&gt;For those who may not have the patience to read the story- you could read the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bottom lines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; listen to this song here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=4711451&amp;amp;q=lo" target="_blank"&gt;Ninnai Charan adaindhaen.. &lt;/a&gt;-- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sung by ME -&lt;strong&gt;Marutham&lt;/strong&gt;!! &amp;amp; DONT FORGET TO LEAVE UR FEEDBACK! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For the patient sweet ones - you shall enjoy the whole &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;feast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spare ur time &amp;amp; read it- if u felt it was waste of time &lt;i&gt;Enna aal vechu adinga (:P) Hehe! .....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The Prisoner! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any classical story we start ours with a happy family- it was the Christmas Eve. The big piano lying in the corner of the room was illuminated by the dim glowing lamp. And the room was filled with the aroma of the fresh Lilly that was in the vase. A beautiful young lady in her white night suit almost looking like an ANGEL was playing the carol. And then tom came to mom to ask for something. But when he neared the piano – he watched his mom- she was playing the piano with all smiles &amp;amp; glee… for he remember his mom mentioning –&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;“ Christmas was the greatest time ever in my life Tom! That is the time- every year myself and my 4 sister &amp;amp; the 3 brothers used to sing and merry while mom used to be play all our favorite carols. Every time I play these carols – I feel their presence &amp;amp; I relive those lovely childhood days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; “ So Tom stopped and just watched his mom standing by the side. Well what question he wanted to ask….&lt;i&gt;You shall know that shortly&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year passed and in some freaky accident TOM had lost his mother. Tom’s dad almost lost himself after the death of his wife. It almost seemed like an excuse for him to escape from his responsibilities as a father. Well he never was a responsible father. And the question Tom wanted to ask mom was &lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“ Will daddy turn up home early at least this Christmas mom?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;“ &lt;/i&gt;And yes… Tom never wanted to stay home and every year when Christmas neared things just got worse for Tom. He stopped going to school &amp;amp; there weren’t any responsible relative to bother about him- while his dad spent most of his time in his office which was literally shut down. He was growing up- every Christmas was haunting him with the memory of his lost Mother. She was a very wonderful person &amp;amp; losing her was the worst that could happen for tom. One December when Tom was 15 he ran away from the house, while Tom’s father hardly noticed his son missing. Tom became a drop out staying in the streets with no one to bother, no one to speak any sweet words. Tom hardly ate food. He dint take the bad route to earn or live a life.A 15 year old boy in the streets, can things get any worse. One stage tom fell into the bad hands, he started to smuggle. He smuggled goods &amp;amp; started selling drugs for very cheap profit. But Tom never used it- for he was not a kid who was desperate to get addicted to something that could kill his life. Tom did it for those who could not live without it. Yet , so guilty &amp;amp; annoyed with himself. A few number of times Tom did go to prison for suspicion, but every time he escaped- he was found not guilty. Tom was lucky enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day while Tom was walking with the HUGE CASH that he had earned that day the wrong way in a deserted street– where smuggling was the prime activity, Tom heard some one crying in pain &amp;amp; yelling for help. Tom ran around and finally saw a young lady lying on the floor in a pool of blood. Tom looked around- no one was there. And he saw the eyes of the lady- with so much pain, so much of anxiety – she spoke &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Please don’t leave me &amp;amp; go. Am very scared- I know am dying. But do notleave me alone while I pass away! It is awful to die this way- I need some one to talk to SHE SAID&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; “&lt;br /&gt;Tom said &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Ma’m, let me go get some help. I could get you to the hospital. I shall go get some help! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;“&lt;br /&gt;She said &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“ I know I wont survive this- I could tell you for sure I shall die in another 5 minutes. So please stay with me &amp;amp; listen to me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; “&lt;br /&gt;Tome went near to her and knelt down took her in his arms &amp;amp; held her hands tight and said &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Ma’m I am Tom.Say what you want me to hear.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; “&lt;br /&gt;She spoke &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“ I am Sara, the daughter of the richest man in this city- The business man who owns that Book shop in the corner of the street. I love my Dad &amp;amp; Mom. I had no complain with my life. But with so much money &amp;amp; a number of rich friends who dint know how to spend the money- I ended up in drugs. I am not an addict. But I did use drugs for the pleasure of using it. Yeah – I know you think what a cheap girl at this age would use drugs- just for the sake of pleasure. My Mom &amp;amp; Dad they just do not have enough time for me. They were always busy with their lives. I do not complain they do not love me- but dint quite well express it. And they are not aware of me using drugs. Am going to tell you something &amp;amp; you are the first person am going to confess this to, and unfortunately the last one too. So if you could pass it on to the right person &amp;amp; only the right person please do so. I have this family friend- his name is Sam. Sam and I were real great buddies from my kinder garden. And every time Sam did something sweet – I always wanted to tell him that I really like him. But for some issue – I always used to pick fights with him. I took too much advantage of his sweetness. Yet never has he yelled back at me nor has he stopped talking to me or take care of me. I never realized what a special person I had right next to me- and yet never realized he was special. What a fool had I been? When ever tom spoke of his worries- I never really cared or even took notice of, but had always used to end it saying “ Ok Sam, you will get over with it.” But yet never really felt what he was going through or tried to comfort him. But Sam was such a gentle man he always tried to manage with a smile.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;By this time, Tom noticed her struggle to breathe. And Tom very well understood it was the time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She struggled and continued &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“ Well Tom, I was lucky enough to get you here today &amp;amp; it was very kind of you to stay with me and listen to me. I would like you to tell Sam that i really loved from our high school days &amp;amp; I still love him. I had just been a fool &amp;amp; like my parents- forgot to express my love – the right time – to the right person &amp;amp; the right way. Tell Sam that I love him more than anyone &amp;amp; the day he bought me those Red roses- I wanted to tell him that I love him. But did not for the my EGO dint let me. Will you do it for me Tom, will you tell Sam? Just this…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; “ &lt;i&gt;And gently another wonderful soul passed away – right in front of Tom’s eyes. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another few minutes- when it was 12:00 am - Tom was arrested on the spot by the police officer who came for patrol through that route. Tom wished that the officer had arrived earlier &amp;amp; they could have attempted to save her. But things just got worse when Tom was taken to the station. Tom with the BIG MONEY in rugged clothes – was suspected for getting the money to kill the richest man’s daughter. Tom tried to explain, he tried saying it was the money he got through selling drugs. But the police wouldn’t listen to him- for when he was suspected for the same crime earlier – Tom very well got away with the image he could not have done this. And that time Tom acted really well, that police confirmed it was the money he got for killing Sara. Tom dint have any explanation- that could convince the police. And Tom who hated living- and was waiting to die &amp;amp; hated to commit suicide decided to take this bravely. The case went on &amp;amp; Tom was to be hung dead on 26th December. Tom spent a few days in the jail, until 26th December. He was given a regular visit by one of the NUN’S from a church on humanitarian basis, as the boy dint record anyone as relative. Tom initially said he doesn’t want to see any one. But after his first meet – he changed his mind. The NUN resembled his MOM; she looked so much like the same Angel. So Tom did speak with her &amp;amp; they had been having a real good time chatting for days. They had grown great friends in matter of days. One day the NUN asked tom &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“ Tom, Are you happy here in the jail? “&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; And Tom said &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“ Had never felt better – with people here who love you so much &amp;amp; the times when we all sit together for meal. The chats! The games we all play. And the love &amp;amp; affection we share- knowing we are not going to be there for each other always- it is all special &amp;amp; it is the first time I am experiencing so much of care after my mom’s death.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Then the NUN asked” Tom I do not think you are such a cruel person to murder someone for money sake. Honestly,did &lt;b&gt;you &lt;/b&gt; kill Sara? “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE TESTIMONY! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom said &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;” Sister!! I want to tell you this &amp;amp; i don't want you to try doing anything about the judgement.I did not kill Sara!” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;And then he narrated what happened that night. Then he requested that he sees Sam, just once before his execution. And the NUN did ask Tom if she could try convincing them and request for his release. But Tom refused &amp;amp; said&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;” I enjoyed my life here with these wonderful people(The inmates) during this Imprisonment period . And I got all the attention I wanted. I happened to meet you &amp;amp; I did chat so much with you. Sometimes I felt the same way I used to while I was having a great chat with my Mom. And I was not earning for my living the right way. I had indirectly been killing lives slowly- though not directly but through the drugs I sold. And the reason Sara came there that day was because of some one like me – who sells drugs &amp;amp; it so happened she was killed by some rouge that day. And she made my life meaningful by serving the purpose to tell you &amp;amp; the world about things we should value in life and not complain. Through me she has made a point about the fact – Do not postpone loving for it may be too late. And value what you have in your life. And I shall die peacefully now- for it is payback time. I must payback for what I had been doing these days. And the man who killed Sara shall know about this- and his guilt shall not leave him free. I hope all our lives are a good lesson for those to come. I should have been a supportive son when my father broke after my mother’s death. But I was too selfish I could not stay back to comfort him , but run away for my own living &amp;amp; live a life that only started to slowly kill more slowly. What was my purpose of life? Other than help Sara- die with someone comforting her morally.And the worst thing that could happen for someone is to be alone while dying &amp;amp; yet you have so much to tell the loved ones- Things that you forgot or neglected.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day – a meeting with Sam was arranged &amp;amp; Tom spoke to Sam for an hour &amp;amp; Sam came out of the room with tears in his eyes. Tears that said &lt;strong&gt;“ I was late too!! ”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 25th- the night that Tom hated every year after his mothers death. This year it was special- special for of course his last night- his last Christmas- his last day-his last Christmas feast- his last day to smile &amp;amp; thank god for his life. And unlike the previous years- Tom was celebrating with a bunch of lovely people 7 yes of course the NUN. She was there with the pudding &amp;amp; chocolate cake that was specially made for Tom. That’s was the last &amp;amp; happiest day in tom’s life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Now we all have some lesson learnt from his story. We may be any of the character in this narration &amp;amp; yet we are all human beings with some grudge or complain about our life. But what we all forget to see- is What we actually have! And we forget to live with what we got , but are always fond of complaining about what we do not have. Those who have money – may not have happiness (Like the divorcee - business man). Those who have happiness in their life- may not have the money (The happy family of the cobbler in the corner of the street) . But those who appreciate what they have &amp;amp; realize what they have-that someone else do not have &amp;amp; is longing for, are the one’s who are successful in life. They may not necessarily have a great number as their banks balance yet a huge amount of contended ness in their heart &amp;amp; soul. They are the one’s who has actually LIVED the life GIFTED to them. A GIFT THAT IS RARELY APPRECIATED! While there are those who keep complaining about the expensive pink lipstick they could not buy- there are few others too who are struggling for a piece of bread that their lips had not touched for days! After all , we all have have one life &amp;amp; everysecond we have in our life is live only once.We are all living with people around- so do not be too calculative 7 manipulative with your talk or action. Just be yourself !! And try to put up a smile on someones face atleast, if not all! We shall not foregt that! And try to appreciate what you have, whom you have, the way you live. Sometimes, there may be tjose hwo had forgotten these- now that you are reminded- you shall not commit any of the mistakes for which you shall regret later! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I wish you all a merry christmas &amp;amp; a very very happy &amp;amp; colourful new year!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Well is it not too early you may ask... but remember- it is better than late! :) I shall wish you all once again- Cheer up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;NOTE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; This story is a part of a book that shall soon be published.And yes the author shall be - Marutham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-3878463481669844160?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3878463481669844160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=3878463481669844160' title='130 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/3878463481669844160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/3878463481669844160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2006/12/must-read-story-hello-every-one-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RXc-tnyZk_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/bWKoUXK2vxA/s72-c/AXR002070%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>130</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-116248524037942145</id><published>2006-11-02T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:51:04.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~~~ Podungayya Vote!!! ~~~~ Wat u get?? You get to play SNAKE (:D) !&lt;br /&gt;Makkaley Elaarukkum Vanakkam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Naatla konja nala enanavo nadakudhu…&lt;br /&gt;Adhelaam apala…. Ippo matter enana…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mokkai1 &lt;/strong&gt;-- Am going to distribute the tool that was once used(Very Effectively) to keep me from going outside the house. Wondering what ? LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were small kids and at those time hardly people had computers at their home. And I always wanted to go out &amp; play. Anna used to tell me “ Dey!! Anna will let you play a game of NIBBLES – the snake game, if you would stay home and be a good girl”. And I would go ….” Really …?? :D and stay back to play this game in our (NOW OUTDATED) system. With all smile …I would play this game NON_STOP” Yes, the same game a school goers play in their MOBILE while waiting for the SMS.” So here is the reason why I tell you all these ….. Now I have this game here in my blog page…And&lt;br /&gt;“Anna – u can play it as long as you want , even until your three letter company sends you back here to INDIA, for they will SHUT DOWN!!!” LOLZZ!!! Hahahhaha……&lt;br /&gt;Main Matter—Last week we all celebrated my blog’s birthday party with over 60 comments!! ;) Ok now am listing out the changes in our blogpage which u may have noticed- for those who haven’t.&lt;br /&gt;1) The&lt;strong&gt; NIBBLES /SNAKE GAME &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;in the top right&lt;/i&gt;- the tool I mentioned in mokkai1 :D All the grownup kids ;) can play this game &amp; have fun!! If you got a super high score……we should know that to celebrate right??&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;CHAT BOX &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;in top right&lt;/i&gt;To celebrate ur score :P OK also to chat…;) Levae ur messages here for our friends to share &amp; chat&lt;br /&gt;3) That I leave to u to find….. after the 10th guess I will tell what it is….and who&lt;br /&gt;knows by the time you may find it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ippo innum 2 vishayam unga sindhanaikku….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) The new LAW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Domestic Violence Act 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do u think it will be used in the right way and if this will reach those women who are in real need of help. In our society family is most important to women &amp;amp; what ever may we speak in the name of rights. A married woman cannot live a normal happy life in this society without her family or husband.&lt;br /&gt;And should we not consider counseling?? After all, when you have decided to bring issues out of the 4 walls, then we have the more dignified legal option – Divorce. Or if you merely want to threaten the person to stop the violence don’t have the HUMAN RIGHTS COMISSION?? I would say this law is a FAMILY BREAKER!! I guess it would still be of some use to the fewer women who are abused. And would be misused by the majority!!! And trust me, men are in big trouble!! There are women like Jeyalakshmi too…&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Real Diwali for Matoo's!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Death sentence for Santhosh Singh, who raped &amp; murdered Priyadarshini Matoo. And here is what is shocking – can u believthat she died in the year 1996.Priya who was then a Law student at the Campus law centre Of Delhi University was raped &amp;amp; strangulated to death on the eveining of JAN 23rd,1996. And all these years this man –santhosh was practicing law. And it was this week he was found guilty for an atrocious crime committed late in the year 1996. So our system was TOO BLIND to let him work for LAW &amp; ORDER who was himself a criminal to be punished. This is not simply a late judgment but shows how dumb &amp;amp; stupid our system is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, the judges who are giving judgements today may be found guilty for some crime after 20 years. And then, can we redo all the cases for the period he had given judgments??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you with this…I take leave now!! … Naan edhuma adhigam pesidalaye…..?? Pesinaalum enna ippo… :P after all neenga elaam enn nanbarhal illaya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see , how many of us have similar opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://poll.pollhost.com/vote.cgi" method="post"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" border="0"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will the Domestic Violence Act (2005) also be misused?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox" value="1" name="answer"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;#Yes,definitely! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox" value="2" name="answer"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;#Yes,some may use it to take revenge or have their man out of the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox" value="3" name="answer"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;#No, i dont think so! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox" value="4" name="answer"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;#Definitely not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox" value="5" name="answer"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;#It does not reach those who actually need help, for they will not launch complain fear of losing their men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="TWFydXRoYW0JMTE2MjQ3Nzg5MAlFRUVFRUUJMDAwMDAwCUFyaWFsCUFzc29ydGVk" name="config"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Vote"&gt; &lt;input type="submit" value="View" name="view"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" colspan="2"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pollhost.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Free polls from Pollhost.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Dont forget to leave ur comment....Enna score?? Don't tell me this KID (Neenga dhaan) dint play nibbles!! :)) LOL!!! (If u dint...Something is wrong with u!! :O )&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18199318-116248524037942145?l=paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/116248524037942145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18199318&amp;postID=116248524037942145' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/116248524037942145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18199318/posts/default/116248524037942145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2006/11/podungayya-vote-wat-u-get-you-get-to_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Marutham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/Sow6v02DhTI/AAAAAAAAANs/uDYQ2mU5xA0/S220/ThroMyLens.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-116135777327218883</id><published>2006-10-20T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:51:02.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;TODAY:Monday,OCT 23,2006!! Its been a Year now.... 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So am not gonna post anything- that would make you think like &lt;a href="http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_paddyfieldprincess_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last time&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ok ok…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1) If u are at ur office- DON’T READ THIS NOW!! You may get fired for laughing out loud or even slipping into the adjusting cabin out of control while laughing &amp; damaging the screen inbetween&lt;br /&gt;2) Most of all- if you cannot read in the so called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;”AMERICAN ACCENT”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (No offence) Plz, get someone who can and then proceed.&lt;br /&gt;3) And if have weak lung- don’t proceed anymore….&lt;br /&gt;4) And if u r laughter- allergic sorry dude!! Take care &amp;amp; rest outside….&lt;br /&gt;5) If u r someone who doesn’t know wat DIWALI is- [:O]Plz leave…and ask an Indian..or me later…this will not give a good knowledge…&lt;br /&gt;Now READY&gt;&gt;&gt; SHTAAAAAAART&gt;&gt;&gt;JUTE&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engeypa…go ahead…keezha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How does a ABCD (American Born Confused Desi) explain to his&lt;br /&gt;younger brother the topic - When and how did Diwali begin? This&lt;br /&gt;is how he goes about it...(preferably read it with an American&lt;br /&gt;accent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like this dude had, like, a big cool kingdom and people&lt;br /&gt;liked him. But,like, his step mom, or somethin', was kind of a&lt;br /&gt;bitch,and
