<?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-29121738</id><updated>2012-02-08T02:47:21.999-08:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='Stories'/><category term='Rest of all'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Memorable Trips'/><title type='text'>Neospace</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121738.post-8118259032405180531</id><published>2011-01-30T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T20:58:43.630-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>Cubicle Crushes :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/S3FJAvy5GcI/AAAAAAAADRQ/n0trgREAydw/s1600-h/computer+love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/S3FJAvy5GcI/AAAAAAAADRQ/n0trgREAydw/s320/computer+love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Software offices aren't exactly meant to be the fountain of life!! The eerie glow of the CFL lighting and the ambient hum of the PC's makes you kinda zombie-like, if you aren't already bored.&amp;nbsp; The office walls are bathed in a glowy orange shade, intended to signify the rising sun, thus&amp;nbsp; motivating the people staring at it. There's that anonymous water cooler at the far-east. Inside the cafeteria, there's a strange contraption with a couple of&amp;nbsp; extended arms spewing steam, reminiscing the Wild Wild West, some call it as the coffee machine.There are a couple of "Go Green" posters on the walls, from the Admin department. One day I gotta punch that Admin guy [&lt;i&gt;Fightclub&lt;/i&gt;-style], if you really mean it, go and do agriculture for God's sake. You take up an agricultural land, evacuate the families whose very living depend on that land, build a 15 storey steel &amp;amp; glass structure which consumes the power of about half a village, then put up some green-coloured-A3 poster with catchy "Save the planet" slogans in the cafeteria and then relax happily about having done your bit to save the environment. We're missing the point somewhere dude!!.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aarav..Aarav... Wake up dude.. Enough preaching stuff, you can't change the world :-P. This is what happens when you watch mid-night 'Swades' re-runs in Set-MAX. Now, introduce yourself to others!!.&lt;/i&gt; Oh Yeah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Day-dreaming in office again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorry &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Genie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Hi,it's me, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aarav&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Chennaiite. Techie. Engineer. Toiling in a SW company, pretty much as expected by my 'traditional' Indian parents. Then.. Genie.. meet the people...and People, this is Genie... A self-righteous, a**-kicking &lt;i&gt;virtual&lt;/i&gt; sidekick inspired from &amp;amp; thriving on the early morning 'Calvin &amp;amp; Hobbes' cartoon strips. And we're gonna rock the world and share our exeriences here, Hop-in if you're still interested :-P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today is a typical Monday. Back from a weekend and now in the office early as ususal.Most people haven't arrived yet. I donno, somehow these&amp;nbsp;almost identical glass office&amp;nbsp;buildings had made the people working inside them identical too. I can be wrong, but thats what comes first in your mind when you see an Office cab. There's your team with whom&amp;nbsp;you're gonna spend 1/3rd of your life with,&amp;nbsp;if you're not&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;frequent-job-hopping kind. Whichever Software office you go in, the people are oddly similar in a way you can't fathom much. The office looks like a pack of playing cards, constant set of people with varied hues, all packed up together. Then we have got the fancy Black Jack Bosses to team up the cards and to play the game.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Damn, it's so funny to imagine&amp;nbsp;your boss in a Black jack suit&lt;/i&gt; ;-). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Who's that guy waving at me?? Oh, thats my Buddy No1, Sits right across in one one of these labyrinth cubicles. Nice guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Buddy 1&amp;nbsp; :&amp;nbsp; Hey man, how r u? {high five}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our Guy : am fine dude, how about you? {high five}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Buddy 2&amp;nbsp; : Hey did you guys watch that &amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;insert new movie title here&lt;/i&gt;&amp;gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Buddy 1 :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aww,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The movie is stuuuupidd, man.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Genie&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;: &lt;i&gt;GK Alert -&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Please notice the number of 'u' &amp;amp; 'd's, their numbers are proportional to the movie's ratings.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Buddy 1 :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; No Story line and the Heroine's Mom looks damn fat, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Genie&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who are you boy? Steven Spielberg?&amp;nbsp; You watched that movie on a pirated theater print copy and speak like an Oscar Jury and why the hell do you care if the Heroine's Mom look fat... Magane... unakku oru naal irkku da...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our Guy : &lt;i&gt;{grins}&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;grins&gt;&lt;/grins&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Oh, I see.. Will catch up later dude.&amp;nbsp;Time to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Genie : Hey, did you see that new girl in the office? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our guy: Come on,&amp;nbsp;I'm not interested in girls. You know that. :-D. &lt;i&gt;Ahem.. new girl!! May be she's already committed. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why do most beautiful girls already have a boy friend? This one puzzles me a lot.&amp;nbsp;My mind gets hazy when I think about these!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[to be continued..]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/29121738-8118259032405180531?l=neospace13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/8118259032405180531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29121738&amp;postID=8118259032405180531' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/8118259032405180531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/8118259032405180531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2011/01/cubicle-crushes.html' title='Cubicle Crushes :)'/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/S3FJAvy5GcI/AAAAAAAADRQ/n0trgREAydw/s72-c/computer+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121738.post-871554568415171011</id><published>2010-07-09T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T04:19:27.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorable Trips'/><title type='text'>The Cold trip... Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Delhi to Shimla &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Delhi is hot, I mean the 'warm-hot' not the 'sexy-hot' ;-).&amp;nbsp; It was 7 in the morning, but the Delhi-heat was pretty much high and burning. We got a 9-seater van booked for the whole trip and then there was this Punjabi driver who came with it. An angry Sardar he was. Whenever we laughed after passing a comment in Tamil, he had a strange expression on his face and was staring angrily at the road. All this had been done during the first half hour of the trip and we had a quiet-long 7 days ahead of us. I doubt a happily ever-after with this guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being the true Chennaite we are, our first stop was at the Saravana Bavan for a dose of Pongal-Vadai-filter coffee and yeah an hour of food carnage that ensued later. Now that we are full, its time for some Sighting...er...Sight Seeing. Planned to start off with Gandhi Ashram!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/S7GA9Ko5yhI/AAAAAAAADdA/zGAZmjDGH9w/s1600/DSCN0443.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/S7GA9Ko5yhI/AAAAAAAADdA/zGAZmjDGH9w/s400/DSCN0443.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;PS: You are supposed to look at Gandhiji and not the one who's looking at him ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gandhi Ashram was quite cool with the laser projectors and LCD panels. Not some stuff you would expect in a government-run-memorial especially. But, it retained the Gandhian charm by being simple &amp;amp; calm in most places.The place is filled with a lot of foreigners than our people. Its funny in a way that people are often interested in other's leaders than theirs. &lt;i&gt;Thank you Papa, all bcoz of you now we are enjoying!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/TDb6dl30BJI/AAAAAAAAEfQ/y_cfA0ZQRx4/s1600/DSCN0394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/TDb6dl30BJI/AAAAAAAAEfQ/y_cfA0ZQRx4/s400/DSCN0394.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The second stop was at Birla Mandhir. This one is a marble beauty and. Hey...wait... I could already overhear plans from the guys to beat me up for including 'Gandhi Ashram' &amp;amp; 'Birla Mandhir' in a fun-trip. But, thats what the guide said as 'must-watch'. I tried to escape their clutches by promising some Dhaba treat :). It started to get darker by the evening and we started off to Shimla.We had a stop-over at the promised Dhaba by the NH, ate heavily as usual and then continued our journey up-hill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Sardar was still looking squint-eyed at us and picked up the mid-night to take revenge on us. Everyone was in their peak singing best with Rajni songs playing, when he wanted to put his hindi-oldies so as to drive-away his sleep, he said. I gave up after 1/2 of his first song and started getting restless. Being back from the Gandhi Ashram, we took the "Gandhigiri" approach and started singing along these Hindi songs to scare him. He was startled at first and then realized we are making fun. He quickly caught up and changed the cd to a "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hare Krishna Hare Rama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;", thought we would stop. But then, this is war dude, can't leave even if it's a Devotional song. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hare Krishna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; was even better in our vocals. Didn't knew that Krishna had some pay back later in the trip. Damn, I should've watched these comically-dubbed-from-hindi-Mahabharatha-serials for some dose of mythology!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[to be continued..] &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/29121738-871554568415171011?l=neospace13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/871554568415171011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29121738&amp;postID=871554568415171011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/871554568415171011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/871554568415171011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2010/07/cold-trip-part-2.html' title='The Cold trip... Part 2'/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/S7GA9Ko5yhI/AAAAAAAADdA/zGAZmjDGH9w/s72-c/DSCN0443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121738.post-6508937785901111876</id><published>2010-01-21T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:12:54.625-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorable Trips'/><title type='text'>The Cold trip... Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 1 - On way to Delhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SyCWjcOX8SI/AAAAAAAADQA/D6FCRpjrX0Y/s1600-h/fb29.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413492287715406114" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SyCWjcOX8SI/AAAAAAAADQA/D6FCRpjrX0Y/s320/fb29.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 180px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny things are bound to happen when you put 9 crazy guys together for 9 days on a cross-country-road-train-raft-trek-trip, whose collective &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi&lt;/span&gt; vocabulary doesn't scale beyond "&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ek gaav mein Ek kisan Raghu Thatha&lt;/span&gt;"[&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3bGrwaKBWXQ"&gt;Youtube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;] .   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started on a Saturday night, when all of our room mates were lazily watching  the "Making of the Kingfisher Calendar". Pretty impressed on the locales and the models on the TV, one of our guys  suggested that we shall do something similar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crazy Guy1 : Hey, we should do something like this!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me                : What? Kingfisher Calendar Shoot?? Yeah, I wish. Ahhh.... Deepika Padukone on my wall calendar!!!&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;evil grin&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crazy Guy1 : Bullshit, No da, at least we can go there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me                : Where?? I can't focus on the back ground until this gal is there on screen. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, is it Tamara Moss??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crazy Guy1 : Grrrr....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[fierce look in his eyes]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me                : Ok, Ok. I'll concentrate. The place looks like Rohtang pass.&lt;/span&gt; I've read about it in OverDrive. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Man, its so far , around 2500 kms.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Guy1 : So what. We'll take a week's leave and then off to Shimla and Rohtang Pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me                : Hmmm.. Sounds good. Lets call everyone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus it all started. We had a conference call @ 11:45 pm,  woke up a few , disturbed a few who were still in office. The problem with putting a few IT guys and MBA people on a Conf- call is, they never reach a solution ;-). They discuss all of the exceptional scenarios rather the things that are bound to happen 98% of the times. After much discussion, it's all set. We booked the tickets, packed our bags and got our winter gear ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, Yeah, we started finally. Well getting a week's leave is rather tough sometimes. I managed to get it without much drama, some had to pull-off a 'Contagious-Viral-fever' drama and one had left his job for the sake of not getting a leave when he badly needed!!. Just Perfect!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train didn't live up to its hype, not much Northie - gals as  expected. We were all put up together in the same block. The train left @ 10:30.  There was one other old man near our seats, looked like a Bank job retiree in his safari suit. He was friendly, started chatting with us , even sponsored our Night &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chai&lt;/span&gt;, wished us good night and went for sleep peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was Karthy's B'day. We had a cake, nearly woke up half the compartment for the celebration, managed to evoke the angst of a few and got the attention of the only lovely gal in the compartment. We were very tempted to the idea of smothering cake on that nice old man&amp;nbsp; near us, but somehow resisted that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning the train stopped in Andhra, a brisk jawan in his khakhi's walked into our compartment and took the suitcases of the Old guy. The old man smiled at us and gave his Card. He's a Honorary-doctrate-Bharat-Ratna-awardee, currently in the board of ISRO.&amp;nbsp; We managed to smile at him, thinking about the cake idea last night. Glad that we didn't smash a cake on him. I don't wanna spend a night in jail for such a silly thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[to be continued..]&lt;br /&gt;&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/29121738-6508937785901111876?l=neospace13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/6508937785901111876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29121738&amp;postID=6508937785901111876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/6508937785901111876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/6508937785901111876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2010/01/cold-trip-part-1.html' title='The Cold trip... Part 1'/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SyCWjcOX8SI/AAAAAAAADQA/D6FCRpjrX0Y/s72-c/fb29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121738.post-8663383804127100617</id><published>2009-12-17T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T00:38:35.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Avatar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SysN3Yv09jI/AAAAAAAADQc/3rMRp2Q24_8/s1600-h/avatar-movie-poster.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416438222030173746" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SysN3Yv09jI/AAAAAAAADQc/3rMRp2Q24_8/s320/avatar-movie-poster.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How big of an impact a movie can do to you? Wake you up from a year long slumber and write a blog post about it!! Well , the analogy is quite dumb, I know, but that's not the point.  Last Night I was lucky enough to catch the premiere of "Avatar" and wannna write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, the movie is just out-of-the-world, both literally and logically. The story happens in a distant planet named Pandora. The Earthlings have found a very rare mineral called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unobtainium&lt;/span&gt; in the distant planet and plan to cash in on it. The only problem is the Navi tribe, the native people of the planet who live in harmony with Mother Nature. So, the plan is simple. Create a Navi clone which is controlled by the Hero Jake Sully, make it infiltrate into the Navi' tribe and get them to relocate, leaving all the precious minerals to the Humans.  If only life was so simple as we plan it to be.  As soon as Jake enters the tribe he meets Neytiri , the princess of the tribe and falls in love with her and the natives' lifestyle.  Neytiri teaches the Navi' culture and Jake finds his loyalties changing. After that, its all about pursuing your heart's decisions and doing the right things to save what you care for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SysNpTmLUbI/AAAAAAAADQU/R3LZiJlKYIE/s1600-h/avatar_movie_promo_screenshot.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416437980129350066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SysNpTmLUbI/AAAAAAAADQU/R3LZiJlKYIE/s320/avatar_movie_promo_screenshot.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 180px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is quite generic but don't let it hold you from watching it.  You can't  expect an art-house cinema in this kind of fantasy setting. Cameroon's latest master piece is like a magic show. It doesn't matter whether you pull a rabbit or a carrot out of the hat, but its how you showcase it is more important and in this case Cameroon has done  that like a  seasoned pro. He has notched up the bar so high, its gonna take years to level up the playing field again. Avatar is one of those movies where you know right from the start that its a classic-fantasy as in the realms of "The Lord of the Rings". Mind you, its like the LOTR and not the Harry potter stuff  [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teens with magic wands are so-Disney to me!!&lt;/span&gt;]. You will be over-whelmed by the sheer scale of visual imagery that you forget that there need to be a story line or that the characters on  screen are computer generated models .  The characters are so real that you can't help yourself but falling in love with Neytiri, though the idea of a 10ft warrior princess could deter some. Take whatever special effects you had seen in movies until now, trash it and let Cameroon fill it up for you with his Pandora world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do yourself a favor, grab a couple of tickets, watch it in 3D and show your eyes what it was really meant for, You wouldn't regret it. Every time when I fall asleep, I wish I would be transported  to the Pandora as our Jake Sully does. Who knows one day it could turn real!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29121738-8663383804127100617?l=neospace13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/8663383804127100617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29121738&amp;postID=8663383804127100617' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/8663383804127100617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/8663383804127100617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2009/12/avatar.html' title='Avatar'/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SysN3Yv09jI/AAAAAAAADQc/3rMRp2Q24_8/s72-c/avatar-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121738.post-13373005335458496</id><published>2009-01-28T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:57:43.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirivom Sandhipom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What should I write about??&lt;br /&gt;I am an ardent reader of Sujatha [Well, half of TamilNadu actually is]. I was brought into the world of Books with a Book of Sujatha. '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yaen Yetharkku Yeppadi&lt;/span&gt;' was gifted by my Grandpa during my early school days. The association that started on that day still continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard a lot about this book '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pirivom Sandhipom&lt;/span&gt;' and had always wanted to read this book but couldn't get hold of it. I checked in Landmark, scoured the whole book shelves but wasn't able to find the single copy that came up in the book management database. Then one day I came to know the book is being made into a movie which would star Tamanna. I couldn't resist the temptation after that, called up the publisher and finally caught hold of my copy :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/Sb39AcmjG0I/AAAAAAAACUk/W7sv_cdqtl4/s1600-h/blog_pirivom_sandhipom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/Sb39AcmjG0I/AAAAAAAACUk/W7sv_cdqtl4/s320/blog_pirivom_sandhipom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313681319486757698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is about a young Engineer '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Raghu&lt;/span&gt;' living in a misty-hilly-unspoilt-small town [&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What more of a  setting could you ask for a romance novel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ?!] wondering what to do next. Life's tough without a job for our guy, still counts on his Dad for a pack of cigarettes, had attended a few interviews and still waiting for the results. Well, now comes our heroine, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madhu&lt;/span&gt;' as in Madhumitha. She's his Dad's boss's daughter. They kinda meet up in a small tiff and then patch up. Now, the patching up is the best part. It's where Raghu falls in love with Madhu.  The guy tries to get into the good books of Madhu and her family and also succeeds in it and even manages to set an engagement date for their marriage. As in all tales, there is a twist in which the Hero is in for a toss and what happens next forms the climax and leads to the second part of the novel.This plot may sound vaguely familiar, but its Sujatha's style that makes you love this story even if its written nearly 20 years earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still couldn't understand the elated  feelings on reading this book, whether it's the story or is it Tamanna being Madhu in my thoughts or is it me being able to relate to Raghu or a combination of all these put together. Half the days, my room mates would give me a puzzled look, seeing me smiling all alone reading this novel. But pity them, they wouldn't know why its that way until they read this novel. This is one Tamil novel you would never wanna miss. Trust me!!&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/29121738-13373005335458496?l=neospace13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/13373005335458496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29121738&amp;postID=13373005335458496' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/13373005335458496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/13373005335458496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2009/01/pirivom-sandhipom.html' title='Pirivom Sandhipom'/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/Sb39AcmjG0I/AAAAAAAACUk/W7sv_cdqtl4/s72-c/blog_pirivom_sandhipom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121738.post-2781028418758613817</id><published>2008-10-19T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T00:41:03.992-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A Simple Saturday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Few days in life turn out so much exciting than others, considering the fact that we all lead pretty much drab lives. This day had started really early, well really early in the sense it's 12:00 a.m. I was in a wonderful sleep only to be disturbed by a shut-down A/C and my room mates telling me that the power is gone. While trying to catch up my interrupted sleep, my mobile alarm reminded me that I had to go to the airport then. And that's when it dawned to me that I had to send-off a friend who's flying that night to Dubai for a new job. Poor guy, he deserves to be sent-off at least for the sumptous treat he gave in "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Kebab Factory&lt;/span&gt;" :-) , if not for the other stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266606859705986082" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SRa_CQRpLCI/AAAAAAAABkw/3mLtrkM8wZc/s320/Chennai-airport-night.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: justify; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I called him, he was on the way to the airport. So I took my another just-woken friend with me to the airport. The drive to the airport was pretty fast with the roads deserted being midnight. When we reached the airport, my friend and his family had already arrived and were seriously discussing about something, may be about how they would miss him or what kinda girl to choose for him when he comes back...I donno. The thing is we didn't wanna barge in at that time, so we took a Cappuccino and started sneakily staring at the bright-yellow-attired-rose-lipped-how-she-could-be-so-fresh-this-time-in-the-morning-kinda-looking Jet airways air-hostess in the nearby table. After some time [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;or by the time the Jet-girl left!! :-)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;], we went and spoke to our to-be-NRI friend, wished him good luck, asked to take care of himself, started back and then reached home in another fifteen minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The clock ticked 2:30 a.m when we came back, the power hadn't come even then. But the tiredness put us into sleep.It was 10 a.m in the morning when I woke up. While picking up the morning paper, I heard the fact that the power is not gonna return until evening. This doesn't excite me I thought, spending Saturdays without TV or internet. Anyway I glanced the metro plus to kill some time. There was some pinkish ad about an beauty parlor opening next to my street. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What's the hell with these beauty parlours?? a bunch of crazy people trying to make money by smearing some weird creams... Hey wait!! enough of thought provoking!! Its gonna be opened by the South-Indian actress Tamanna!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266642886048112290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SRbfzQ28XqI/AAAAAAAABlY/9H-ZFNBrCqA/s320/Saravana_Ad.jpg" style="display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Suddenly Chennai felt lot more blissful and the frequent power cuts didn't matter anymore... being a serious advertisement viewer and to mention the fact that half of the goddamn ads have the gorgeous Tamanna in it, she had unknowingly become a part of my life. She coming anywhere within a kilometer of my reach did excite me... definitely I gotta see her in person, somehow by at least standing outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While dreaming about Tamanna was fine, the fact that staying in a second floor flat overlooking an empty terrace during a power cut is not a good idea of a weekend. I woke up my other friends, said it would be better to go to Sathyam and stay in AC rather sweltering here to which they immediately agreed. We started immediately and went to "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saroja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" movie, had enough laughs and spent the whole afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the movie, I sent my friends home and went to the to-be-opened Beauty parlour. When I reached the parlor, the sun had begun to set. I had a digicam with me and went very casually inside the venue without any invitation or other stuff and said Hi to the people inside. Considering the way I walked into the Hall, they had thought me as some important person. Only I had this shivering inside, knowing that getting caught would rather be  very embarrassing. They took me into a small hall which was filled with mostly the owner's family it seemed. To my slightest relief, there were a few reporters and cameramen with whom I could get camouflaged!!. I took a Newspaper lying nearby and pretended to be too busy reading it and luckily nobody bothered me much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264715393676558578" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SRAGwcOfQPI/AAAAAAAABkA/TdQsTStU1jU/s320/PA110058.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: justify; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In another fifteen minutes Tamanna came as if in a dream, clad in a shiny red dress. I couldn't believe that she was standing there right before me. She cut the ribbon and officially opened the store. I stood dazed and it took some time to actually follow her into the room where she lit the diya. It was almost mesmerizing to see her in the glow of the lamp. I took a few photographs and then just stood there wishing that moment could prolong forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While I stood in the corner watching her, she was surrounded by journalists and TV reporters who were torchering with repetitive questions. She dodged everything very intelligently to my surprise, not bad for a girl who had started acting even before her high school exams. In about ten minutes, all of the reporters had left, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;yeah, for them seeing her was just about the job but thats not the case for me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; the hosts were chatting with the guests and Tamanna was sitting alone in a chair looking bored. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well this a chance to grab, I didnt stop for a moment, went and grabbed a chair and sat near her, told her that I'm her greatest fan and about how she is in my desktop, mobile and whatever wallpapers, how I wake up seeing her face, how she's my good-luck-charm, how crazy I'm when it comes to collecting her photos, about the portrait I made for her, how I fell for her in the first ad she had done, looking almost like a goddess and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;how I had lied to the hosts that I'm a reporter, so that I could see her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!!, all the while averting the puzzled look of the shop owner wondering who the hell i am and what i am doing there and the threat of being thrown away for crashing into someone's party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; She was happy and I could see from her eyes that she loved the craze I had for her. I promised her that I would bring the portrait I made for her next time and she too promised to meet me. Thats the thing so special about her, no airs about being an actress, so casual and approachable yet still looking dream-girl-like. Then it was time to leave, I took her to the lift and wished her a Happy Diwali. She wished me back and left. Thats it, she's gone, almost like cinderella vanishing at the strike of mid-night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SRa9_8tmKBI/AAAAAAAABkQ/VRyGNkXQh-8/s1600-h/om-shanti-om051.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266605720583153682" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SRa9_8tmKBI/AAAAAAAABkQ/VRyGNkXQh-8/s320/om-shanti-om051.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: justify; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its still amazing how I had met her and talked to her so casually while coming actually to take a snap of her standing somewhere too far. Well, life is full of surprises and the moments remind me of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Om-Shanti-Om&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, only that I didn't wanna die in the Interval so that I could find her in the next birth :-)!!! This all might seem stupid to look, but there a few moments in life which you wouldn't wanna forget though it doesn't have any particular significance. &amp;nbsp;If I could trust &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paul Coelho&lt;/span&gt;, then this is of something with a hidden reason, only which I couldn't decipher right now. &amp;nbsp;May be I'll know and write about it in the days to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29121738-2781028418758613817?l=neospace13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/2781028418758613817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29121738&amp;postID=2781028418758613817' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/2781028418758613817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/2781028418758613817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2008/10/simple-saturday.html' title='A Simple Saturday!!'/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SRa_CQRpLCI/AAAAAAAABkw/3mLtrkM8wZc/s72-c/Chennai-airport-night.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121738.post-226173579854383856</id><published>2008-07-21T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T00:41:40.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Alchemist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0722532938.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0722532938.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 500px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 323px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image copyright: Amazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many a times, you hear about a book often, want to read it, get sick of trying to obtain it and finally one day it happens to fall just right into your lap and you start reading it, well that's how I got this book. Its ironic that a book which says '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing happens by chance!!&lt;/span&gt;' strangely came to me by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chance&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The book speaks about a boy named &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt; who's in search of a treasure which he had seen in his dream[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to put it in the most simplistic way&lt;/span&gt;]. The boy is a shepherd and had lived all along, the same way in his life. The dream puts him in a dilemma whether to take up a new path and realize his dream or to stay with the same old life he's used to. At one point of time, everybody has this dilemma like the boy and the book kinda throws some light into how one should go about it. The boy incidentally meets a man who claims himself as a king. He advices the boy to follow his dream and gifts him two pebbles named Urim and Thummim to guide him in times of confusion.Then its all about how the boy goes in search of his destiny,the problems he faces, the people he meets and finally whether he succeeds or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one or more ways, I had been like this boy. There had been times when life asked whether I wanted to be the same shepherd or ready to take a new adventure. Signs and omens had guided in unexpected places if you are ready to believe that they even exist. Instead of Urim and Thummim, a toss of coin had helped decide things. Life moves on happily if you are ready to accept everything as a challenge and just fight it as the boy does....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29121738-226173579854383856?l=neospace13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/226173579854383856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29121738&amp;postID=226173579854383856' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/226173579854383856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/226173579854383856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2008/07/alchemist.html' title='The Alchemist'/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121738.post-8485898079585304381</id><published>2008-04-17T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:21:15.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A random post..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SAg44BiYPPI/AAAAAAAABPg/oNp-OvV8JsE/s1600-h/19860704.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SAg44BiYPPI/AAAAAAAABPg/oNp-OvV8JsE/s400/19860704.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190461105680956658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; © Universal Press Syndicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmmm, its been two months since my last post!! Couldn't figure out why I can't write one for the past days. Not that I am too busy, but cant get hold of a topic good enough to write about. Even now the case is same, I couldn't find one. So, here comes a random post which is about...well... random things!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Chennai have become hot, though this is not new, but still it has become too hot to bear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Chennai has also lost all its  glamor, thanks to a environmental-safety-drive!! to remove the beautiful &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/530/1600/hoarding.jpg"&gt;hoardings&lt;/a&gt; all at once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**  I've started playing bowling again and surprisingly getting good at it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Also, trying to pursue one of my other wishes and that had started out okay , had to do better still :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Decided not to travel for the next whole month, enough of traveling every week to home. Gotta take a break and may be I`ll catch up on a long leave :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Got a new portable hard disk, scouted all friend's PCs and amassed around 100 movies. Its gonna take a while to finish seeing them all off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope, i would get a topic sooner to write my next post!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29121738-8485898079585304381?l=neospace13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/8485898079585304381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29121738&amp;postID=8485898079585304381' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/8485898079585304381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/8485898079585304381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-post.html' title='A random post..'/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SAg44BiYPPI/AAAAAAAABPg/oNp-OvV8JsE/s72-c/19860704.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121738.post-1744132372374485636</id><published>2008-02-11T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T07:32:33.756-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, its been 25 years of existence and now stepping into the 26th year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sounds too long, but doesn't feel that way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The days had been ordinary for most of the times with surprises thrown at the most unexpected moments...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't forget a few moments or days though; like your career decisions getting flipped over by some uncles after an hours discussion or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;getting stranded by the college tour bus on an unknown city and being blamed for the same as if it's being our fault or left alone in a distant land all by myself and coming back after a couple of years to find the same warmth in friends or an unsuspecting &lt;a href="http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2007/02/50-things-to-do-on-this-valentines-day.html"&gt; love blog post&lt;/a&gt; of mine getting into Google's top list for Valentines ideas!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, days are fun with friends around, to catch up with movies on Saturdays in Sathyam [This theater had become so integral into my life, that I couldn't conjure a thought of a weekend without it] , trying out new restaurants, roaming around and Sunday beach trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Being single had made my life a lot easier, but still don't know whether this is good or bad...Well, Valentines day is around the corner, you might never know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this birthday was not that eventful to look but there are many subtle things which had been lying around for so long has got into my attention now and hope thats gonna do some good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/29121738-1744132372374485636?l=neospace13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/1744132372374485636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29121738&amp;postID=1744132372374485636' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/1744132372374485636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/1744132372374485636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!'/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121738.post-6184596168422666244</id><published>2008-01-04T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T00:45:59.796-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorable Trips'/><title type='text'>in God's own Country...(contd.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The next day we got up at Six-o-clock!! [&lt;i style=""&gt;Has it been called morning somewhere, well... I have no idea, isn’t that midnight??&lt;/i&gt;]. We had around 150 kms to catch up ‘Munnar’, another small town, serene, pristine, not-much-heard-about hill station. Reached there in two hours, had a stop-over at the foothills. The foot hills was rather dull and evidently it prepared us to catch up the sleep which we fought off couple of hours ago. Most of us dozed off or just were plainly listening to the tracks played by our driver. The weather was pleasant but we could have got this even by switching on our AC stayed in the home, whats the big deal in coming so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/R1a_EmK3fnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gcNLz6nhQ8M/s1600-h/PA200093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/R1a_EmK3fnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gcNLz6nhQ8M/s400/PA200093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140506110376509042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just then the car came to sudden halt and we are gazing upon a wall of mist covering the whole road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As if by magic, the whole mood gets filled with excitement. Not everyday you happen to see clear white mist covering your car windshield or a clean, damp road strewn with flowers or best of all, having some fried cashews with clouds literally floating beneath your feet. Well, welcome to Munnar [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God's country ought to have a couple of surprises..ain't it??&lt;/span&gt;]. We got down, had a pleasant stroll among the lush tea plantations, just felt heavenly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/R2jQ8cCCRQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DO9Cp9IZ6wM/s1600-h/PA200091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/R2jQ8cCCRQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DO9Cp9IZ6wM/s320/PA200091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145592311006250242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never wanted to leave this place and ambiance, but were only half way to Munnar and had to continue the journey. Started and drove through the mist-clad roads finally to reach the town. They pointed us to the "Rajamalai WildLife Reserve", this is some Indo-Swiss livestock project which  maintains some endangered species in a Secure natural environment. The place is serene without any traces of pollution, even cars had to be left behind and people are transported in Electric vans. By the time when we finally managed to get a seat in the transporter, the mist had cleared and there was a slight drizzle . Well, this is gonna be perfect!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/R0QiU4sbmTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/FAvqlExUUkE/s1600-h/20102007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/R0QiU4sbmTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/FAvqlExUUkE/s400/20102007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135267217320679730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The van dropped us half-way through the hillock and then its just trekking and strolling through the wilderness, catching glimpses of strange animals, wonder at mystical waterfalls, all looked  like a scenery out of the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/span&gt;".  The trek was awesome and the van dropped us back to the entry. We started from there and went to Echo point, by the time we reached there everyone was hungry. Couldn't find any hotels, finally barged into a tea shop, had some hot tea and snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/R3j9c3seMhI/AAAAAAAAALE/vnz9fvoCMAs/s1600-h/20102007%28025%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/R3j9c3seMhI/AAAAAAAAALE/vnz9fvoCMAs/s320/20102007%28025%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150144846326805010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next stop was Mattupatty dam, we hired a speed boat, went on for a ride, watched some elephant herds on the way. The weather being great made everything seemed wonderful. With all the places on the list exhausted, we headed to the hotel. Nights come too early in hills, by the time it was six, it was pitch black outside. Well, being too early for us to sleep, we did roamed in serach of an eatery, found some road shack, had some food, came back, played cards, heard strange sounds from nearer rooms and finally managed to sleep pretending not being afraid of the sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cottage owner woke us up with some hot tea, we had a hot shower and started back to Munnar town, stopped for pics all the while and managed to reach it by 10:00. Had some wonderful south Indian breakfast. The next stop is to visit the KDHP [Kannan Devan Hills Plantation], these guys have some wonderful tea and spice collection definitely worth checking out. Being a company outlet, the products are pure too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/R33xYXseMiI/AAAAAAAAALM/SUWSZmYT-VQ/s1600-h/PA210128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/R33xYXseMiI/AAAAAAAAALM/SUWSZmYT-VQ/s320/PA210128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151538949761413666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started down-hills by 12:00, surprisingly the day was hot and too sunny, exactly opposite of today and the same places which we saw the day before among the mist now looked drab and lifeless. The weather plays much of a role in the beauty rather than the place itself, Rains make it lovely and summers the other way around. Munnar has two faces to it, and luckily we had seen both. This is not the typical hill-station one would go on summers, but to be visited on winters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Make sure to go in mid-winters if you get lucky to catch a visit to Munnar.&lt;br /&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/29121738-6184596168422666244?l=neospace13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/6184596168422666244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29121738&amp;postID=6184596168422666244' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/6184596168422666244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/6184596168422666244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-gods-own-countrycontd.html' title='in God&apos;s own Country...(contd.)'/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/R1a_EmK3fnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gcNLz6nhQ8M/s72-c/PA200093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121738.post-1464174704762981757</id><published>2007-11-20T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T03:29:27.660-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorable Trips'/><title type='text'>in God's own country...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How much enthusiasm would one get, when he finally gets into a trip which was 1 and a 1/2 years in planning? Hope you would get the picture!! Well, this is about a cool trip we made to Kerala. It got me so excited that i took a day extra leave just to savor the thought of going to the God's own country, and also made me crash onto a Traffic Sergeant who charged me some 200 bucks for not having some documents. Heck, I am going to the God's country and he's asking me road tax!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we managed to reach the railway station, had about an hour for the train. But still i couldn't believe that we had actually started this trip, for canceling it umpteen times. Took a sumptuous dinner, got it our compartments and yes we are on our way to the long cherished Kerala!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/R1elS2K3fqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TQE6Q15xCI0/s1600-h/PA190004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/R1elS2K3fqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TQE6Q15xCI0/s320/PA190004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140759242864033442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Next morning, we reached Aluva, Kerala, lucky enough to have a friend there who had booked the rooms for us and made everything ready. Had breakfast and started to Veegaland. The trip involved a ride on a wrecked bus to a small town from we had to take an auto. The auto dropped us near the gate, from where an Electric van picked and dropped at the grand main entrance. Nestled in a Hilly terrain dotted with lakes and lush green fields, Veegaland greets you in a Breezy, drizzling ambiance.To top it all, there was this gorgeous girl who was at the ticket counter. I got my tickets, but couldn’t resist the temptation of talking to her again, pretended that I didn’t know the route back to Aluva and she was kind enough to help me explaining for around ten minutes :-). The warmth of her smile still glitters up my tour memories…After all, God’s own country had to have its own share of angels!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/R1OIeWK3flI/AAAAAAAAAIA/blQ33oqqrKM/s1600-R/PA190029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/R1OIeWK3flI/AAAAAAAAAIA/tnKcNtxWlO0/s400/PA190029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139601654688480850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were a bit scared initially to climb on a few rides which were rotating in all possible angles, but with kids bravely jumping into it, we had to board it. Well it was pure fun finally. Then, rest of Veegaland is pretty much the normal theme park stuff; rides, food joints, pools and people roaming around half-dressed at best The Park gets its credit much for its location rather for its rides, also it’s clean and well maintained. When we finished up all the rides, it was six and everyone was softly getting nudged out of the park. We finally came to the idea of going back to room, got dressed back and came out. It was raining outside, had a cup of nice tea, caught the bus and reached Aluva. At last, some time to sleep and get ready for tomorrow, if today is fine, then tomorrow is gonna be a lot better.Hmm..we are heading to munnar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;[to be contd.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/29121738-1464174704762981757?l=neospace13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/1464174704762981757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29121738&amp;postID=1464174704762981757' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/1464174704762981757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/1464174704762981757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-gods-own-country.html' title='in God&apos;s own country...'/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/R1elS2K3fqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TQE6Q15xCI0/s72-c/PA190004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121738.post-6508778873289900489</id><published>2007-11-11T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T23:24:02.043-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Happy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/RzgGcJjqMMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/tZbwWhVQTng/s1600-h/Happy_Days.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/RzgGcJjqMMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/tZbwWhVQTng/s320/Happy_Days.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131858856060268738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Didn't wanna write another movie post, couldn't help but writing about this movie,  '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Days&lt;/span&gt;' . Again, one of the coolest movies i have ever seen [This gets repetitive...but what to do..] . The movie is about a few friends in an Engineering college, starts off with the first day joining in the hostel and ends with the farewell day, brings a picture of the good old college days. It runs through possibly everything that could happen in a college and stays true to it, without any hint of traditional heroism or cinematic sequences.The moments of nostalgia still haunts me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had studied in an Engineering college, had some great friends, and few crushes [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ur classmate, ur senior ..well even ur English mam..u got it all here!!&lt;/span&gt;], then this is the movie you wanna see. Trust me, you wont regret. Watched a couple of time in theater and then countless times on dvd, but couldn't get enough of it.Its been long since watching a movie with a wide grin on face, well may be thats because of my recent heartthrob &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tamanna&lt;/span&gt; was on the screen :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29121738-6508778873289900489?l=neospace13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/6508778873289900489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29121738&amp;postID=6508778873289900489' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/6508778873289900489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/6508778873289900489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-days.html' title='Happy Days'/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/RzgGcJjqMMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/tZbwWhVQTng/s72-c/Happy_Days.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121738.post-431477948722293986</id><published>2007-10-06T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T05:08:41.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>The Shawshank Redemption</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p style="text-align: center;" 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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/Rwc7oBEVDUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ple2bShvS08/s1600-h/Shawshank.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/Rwc7oBEVDUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ple2bShvS08/s400/Shawshank.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118125060197256514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Picture courtesy : artfiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Easily, one of the best movies I had ever seen and guess anyone could probably ever see [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Well!!, it also depends on your taste&lt;/span&gt;].  Never expected the movie to be of such an impact. Caught it for the first time on a boring Saturday afternoon, had nothing much to do and with nobody around, it seemed as a better idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The movie started very simply on a court room sequence, a guy named Andy gets punished for murdering his wife and her secret lover! and gets sent to the Shawshank jail though he pleads innocence. Might sound uninteresting, but here's where you start getting pulled into the movie. The inmates' first day experience just strikes you in face. Fears of loneliness  and its impending longevity pounds on them and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!...[&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May be, the days of my loneliness in Australia gave a more personal effect!!, anyway but that's the hang of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But Andy believes that hope could change ones life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here Andy meets Red, the kinda guy who have some contacts and get you some stuff from the outside world to the jail through secret ways. Andy gets friend with Red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;who purely rejects the notion of hope, even warns Andy that hope is a bad thing to have in their situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. The movie then drifts through their intimacy, struggles and how they get institutionalized. Andy with his education gets into the good books of the warden and helps the officials in financial queries. He and his small group of fellas get used to this institutional life with little surprises thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;In midst of this, a fellow mate 'Brooks' gets released and sets out to the real world after many decades. Unable to cope up the new fast-moving world, he commits suicide. This is one wonderful scene, which puts your heart into such sadness and a feeling of loss for that poor old man and his pet bird 'Jake'. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Time flies by without a trace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, Andy comes to know from a new guy that his wife was killed by some other convict. His attempts to prove his innocence to the warden, goes in vain. Finally he decides to escape the prison and thats the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shawshank Redemption'. &lt;/span&gt;The efforts made by Andy for his escape shows how much hope he has had on him and on life. Time passes by, Red too gets released and goes to town. Facing the same things as Brook, Red goes to the place mentioned by Andy and finds a letter asking him to join him back in his beach place. Red sets out to see Andy and finally they meet at the Pacific's beaches.  Red realizes how hope could change ones life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;If you had seen this movie earlier, this might get you back to those moments, else, definitely grab a dvd and watch it...its worth it...The whole movie just passes as a breeze..gets connected to you immediately..i`m really sure that those moments cant be brought easily in text and i have tried to just poke in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" 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;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" 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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29121738-431477948722293986?l=neospace13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/431477948722293986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29121738&amp;postID=431477948722293986' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/431477948722293986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/431477948722293986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2007/10/shawshank-redemption-picture-courtesy.html' title='The Shawshank Redemption'/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/Rwc7oBEVDUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ple2bShvS08/s72-c/Shawshank.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121738.post-3266376267325966488</id><published>2007-08-30T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T00:41:58.550-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Calvin and Hobbes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/RtafeVQN8VI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RhgXGmK16UU/s1600-h/CH860405.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104442571121094994" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/RtafeVQN8VI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RhgXGmK16UU/s400/CH860405.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;   © Universal Press Syndicate    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not a single day of mine starts without these funny fellas.&lt;br /&gt;I just wake up to the morning paper and dive right into the comic strip.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I believe this to be most wonderful comic strip of all time.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mr.Watterson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29121738-3266376267325966488?l=neospace13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/3266376267325966488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29121738&amp;postID=3266376267325966488' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/3266376267325966488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/3266376267325966488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2007/08/calvin-and-hobbes-not-single-day-of.html' title='Calvin and Hobbes'/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/RtafeVQN8VI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RhgXGmK16UU/s72-c/CH860405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121738.post-1806490788916214954</id><published>2007-07-24T20:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T00:42:15.581-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Sin City !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1f/Las_Vegas_Strip_panorama.jpg/1450px-Las_Vegas_Strip_panorama.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1f/Las_Vegas_Strip_panorama.jpg/1450px-Las_Vegas_Strip_panorama.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 107px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 647px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If there would be one place i`m longing to go, then this would be it...The LAS VEGAS..the Sin City!! As often said, "Whatever you do in Vegas, stays in Vegas", this city is the perfect place for fun, frolic and to just live your life not even King size but Emperor size. The shimmering lights daze you out of your thoughts. Be warned, this place is not your average tourist destination and strictly not for those bargain trips. Be prepared to get assaulted by grandeur, charisma and royalty, well, all at the cost of losing a hefty amount of your riches. But still, it doesn't hurt to live a royal life for a week or two out your hard earned money, if not for today then when else you are gonna live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day i wanna get lost in this mystic city of opulence. But when is it gonna be??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29121738-1806490788916214954?l=neospace13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/1806490788916214954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29121738&amp;postID=1806490788916214954' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/1806490788916214954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/1806490788916214954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2007/07/las-vegas-if-there-would-be-one-place.html' title='Sin City !!'/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121738.post-7710048478624280918</id><published>2007-07-24T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T00:06:49.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Truth!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything best in life is either illegal, expensive or engaged to someone else!!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sounds true to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/29121738-7710048478624280918?l=neospace13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/7710048478624280918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29121738&amp;postID=7710048478624280918' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/7710048478624280918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/7710048478624280918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2007/07/everything-best-in-life-is-either.html' title='The Truth!!'/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121738.post-4760694788390349807</id><published>2007-07-06T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T05:28:06.313-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>REST IN PEACE ;-(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;My Dear!!,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being with me for these many years, probably you are the one who had the longest stint with me since i had been into these kinda relationships. Still I remember the day when i first saw you walking down through a crowded mobile store and how much i fell in love with you. I was just bowled over with that curvaceous figure and the way you handled much many things with finesse and ease. You never complained of remembering all those silly phone numbers and anniversaries for me. After hours of endless talks, you would just loose all your energy. You had always wanted me to lap you up in my hands, energize you in your cradle, then your face lighting up, Hmm, that days are over. Is that all we meant to do together? How could the day we got drenched in rain could possibly kill you? I never thought that night, that you wouldn't wake up the next morning. It was hard to believe when those people told me that the rain made you so ill that you got killed and you never complained just 'coz i loved rain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79143027@N00/737340159/" target="_blank"&gt;Look at her..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things tend to change with time and sometimes don't we feel the pangs of loneliness on us?&lt;br /&gt;Luckily my brother introduced this old friend of him, who got along with me well, despite the fact looking pretty plain. Well, there are always compromises in life!!Days go past by with my little known new friend and i do feel getting bored, haven't even bothered to know much about her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79143027@N00/738855684/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span&gt;also look at her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this relationship last? Can I jump into a new one? Wont that be cheating? Anyway, there this hottie whom i have seen recently...well..what to say..she looks hot?! Do we need anything else and she pretty much reminds me of my old friend. What do i do..I have to think!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79143027@N00/738855690/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely look at her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sssh..look at the pics for the twist..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29121738-4760694788390349807?l=neospace13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/4760694788390349807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29121738&amp;postID=4760694788390349807' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/4760694788390349807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/4760694788390349807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2007/07/rest-in-peace-my-dear-thanks-for-being.html' title='REST IN PEACE ;-('/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121738.post-2408209295497610369</id><published>2007-06-21T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T05:16:46.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Sivaji</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/RntPC_MgMdI/AAAAAAAAADU/wRl8rrsNq94/s1600-h/SIVAJI3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/RntPC_MgMdI/AAAAAAAAADU/wRl8rrsNq94/s320/SIVAJI3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078739917532574162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sivaji Mania...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hey....I`m gonno see Sivaji today!!&lt;br /&gt;Well...its still too late to see the movie ..i have missed it for a week..&lt;br /&gt;but that has made the anticipation even higher...&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a real treat...Thala...u always rock!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;For those living in caves or been on a mars mission, heres what our 'Sivaji' is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sivaji &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[n]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The most eagerly  awaited, most expensive, most stylish, most delayed, most hyped, most released around the world [the mosts are endless..]  , film starring our Thalaiavar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go watch it buddy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/29121738-2408209295497610369?l=neospace13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/2408209295497610369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29121738&amp;postID=2408209295497610369' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/2408209295497610369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/2408209295497610369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2007/06/sivaji-mania.html' title='Sivaji'/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/RntPC_MgMdI/AAAAAAAAADU/wRl8rrsNq94/s72-c/SIVAJI3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121738.post-7749851893185156385</id><published>2007-05-06T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T05:20:44.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>GUYS &amp; GALS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, this is one of my all time favorites!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Donno who wrote this...got it as a forward long back...pretty much paints a picture of my kinda guys..Just wanted to read it again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The oft repeated topic . It seems to be a mystery until you really start thinking. one of my personal favorites.Why some men can never fall in love or never get girl friends. many of us just keep complaining without thinking on what the inherent problem is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully i did it as a case study and found out some important issues which might concur with a majority of ppl who are rocking the same boat as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You always sit in the last bench with the other class rogues and other pazhams who feel that its possible to get marks sitting in last row. In case of workplace no girls are there in your project and u have like minded ppl like you as colleagues and wherein your entertainment oscillates between the bars and cinema theaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You use profanity only in your mother tongue or national language like tamil,malalyalam,hindi. the hep words like fcuk,a$$hole never come up even if you want to use it and u revert to the local dialect.So your perception is relegated to that of a local - low class a la simbu ishtyle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) U obviously cant groove and dance and dance around in a group in a disc by just shaking your head or grooving your hip.Desi music directors are your favorites.Deva simply rocks and u cant wait for a gaana or a bangra number to crop up. Unf you are too adept at dancing dappankuthu or desi dance not the americanised western hip hop dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) U perceive discotheque to be a place where u will have a chance to unleash your dancing potential(dappankuthu) and occupy the center stage with 10 other fellow rogues immediately throwing out the babes from the vicinity of the dance floor. this automatically repels the women from you( they consider u as out of civilization, unf we are the only ppl who can really dance..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Your intelliegence level mostly can take in just jackie chan,arnold and stallone flicks.It can take in just action films whose contents can be absorbed. You just can't take major english romance films. desi romance rocks. we invariably are the DDLJ and hum aapke hai kaun typos. rajni , kamal ,shahrukh,mohanlal,mammotty,chiranjeevi rock. tom cruise is a dud!!! and invariably sucks...(obv..its becoz of jealousy..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) You obviously dont know how to make use of yahoo messenger and is used to scold your online friends with the best choice of invectives, spread rumours abt other guyz,and ask them to book the latest movie tickets.&lt;br /&gt;You unfortunately dont know how to flirt using yahoo messenger and are frequently at loss of topics when you want to chat with some girl.whereas u r deluged with strange topics to discuss with your friend with whom you had lost touch for the past decade or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) You cant eat spanish,chinese foods and fav: restaurant invariably happens to be woodlands,saravana bhavan or anandha bhavan types. of coz we cant forget karpagam mess and mami's kadai and murugan idly. we frankly are clueless as to what are bella ciao,wang's kitchen and things like that unless we happen to go an a treat organised by the other guyz...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)You dont see a reason why u have to go tobarristas or qwiky's when the local corner "nair kada chaaya" tastes like nectar and satisfies you more than a barristas. lime tea is the best tea to have been invented by an human and you are thankful to nair for providing it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Most of the jokes you know are adult jokes which you can discuss only with your other fellow comrades and which again takes the oppurtunity from telling a joke to the girl and impressing her. besides you seriously tell very good jokes which the blondes can't comprehend or think it is vulgar.you have to tell some absolutely "Kadi jokes"( terrible bores) to make them laugh which though you try hard u will never be able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) you seriously cant start a topic with a member of the oppoisite sex. i have seen guyz chatting with girls purely with emoticons for more than a hour. you can never do that. you will have to crack real dumb jokes to start the conversation or falsely extol them. the most important drawback we have is that we cant talk about what she had for breakfast.You seriously can't talk about that. we refer to those kinda talk in tamil as kadalai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy : what did you have for breakfast??&lt;br /&gt;Girl : i had idli ....&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Is it??? same pinch no back pinch i too had idli ..(he slyly pinches her) and laughs..&lt;br /&gt;Girl : Ouchhh(artificially)...it hurts..&lt;br /&gt;Boy: ohh.. I am sorry and (tries to apologise..)..then say "; i had sambhar for idli.."&lt;br /&gt;Girl: (excitedly)..sambharrrrrrrr............ i had chutney....and giggles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i cant tolerate any longer than this...this is not figment of imagination..i have seen this...though i agree there may be exceptions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) U cant sing bryan adams ,sting,george michael's song.. when they talk about linking park you cannot even imagine who they are and the closest link you can associate with them is Panagal park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) U seriously are clueless as to what rock music are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) all thru college life u belong to this boyz gang and even in your gang nobody has a girlfriend so there is absolutely an absence of the inspirational factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH ALL these attributes its difficult for guyz like us to fall in love or find a girl. but it is not a sin after all. i guess we are not made for it. let us accept that and be proud of that. we are one among the few in the vanishing tribe and amen to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we haVE THE uniqueness that we remain single till we get married and having that trait is really a virtue and who knows, we might be the elite clique in the future. so all those of you who feel sad that they dont have Gf's chill !!! we are not made for it and i swear for our characteristics a GF would not have added any value addition and we are better off staying single till 28 or 30."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29121738-7749851893185156385?l=neospace13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/7749851893185156385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29121738&amp;postID=7749851893185156385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/7749851893185156385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/7749851893185156385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-this-is-one-of-my-all-time.html' title='GUYS &amp; GALS'/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121738.post-2999067919973489254</id><published>2007-04-17T23:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T00:40:31.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rest of all'/><title type='text'>The Moon Cannot Be Stolen</title><content type='html'>A Zen Master lived the simplest kind of life in a little hut at the foot of a mountain. One evening, while he was away, a thief sneaked into the hut only to find there was nothing in it to steal. The Zen Master returned and found him. "You have come a long way to visit me," he told the prowler, "and you should not return empty handed. Please take my clothes as a gift." The thief was bewildered, but he took the clothes and ran away. The Master sat naked, watching the moon. "Poor fellow," he mused, " I wish I could give him this beautiful moon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zen Stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29121738-2999067919973489254?l=neospace13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/2999067919973489254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29121738&amp;postID=2999067919973489254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/2999067919973489254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/2999067919973489254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2007/04/moon-cannot-be-stolen-zen-master-lived_17.html' title='The Moon Cannot Be Stolen'/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121738.post-7979107476528448569</id><published>2007-04-17T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T00:39:46.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rest of all'/><title type='text'>ZEN Stories</title><content type='html'>I am planning to publish a few zen stories, which I've come across the web!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;These stories  are worth a read i guess. Even if you don't understand the first time,  make it linger on your mind for some time. Chances are for you to get enlightened. Do let me know in that case!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Many Thanks to Suler, John for his story collection.&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/29121738-7979107476528448569?l=neospace13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/7979107476528448569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29121738&amp;postID=7979107476528448569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/7979107476528448569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/7979107476528448569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2007/04/zen-stories-i-am-planning-to-publish.html' title='ZEN Stories'/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121738.post-5460503440134834236</id><published>2007-03-28T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T00:09:40.365-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorable Trips'/><title type='text'>A Trip to Delhi</title><content type='html'>The day was pleasant at six in the morning, we were in the airport waiting for the Delhi flight. Surprisingly, the MAA airport had free wi-fi and we were browsing so deeply that we had actually missed to keep track on the flight status. Just 20 mins before the actual departure schedule, it did strike us that we had to board a flight for an international conference. Then, it's the usual affair; running, jumping across barriers, a few scoldings and security checks. Finally, we got into the plane, had a nap, few croissants and landed safely in Delhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/Rgty3fCYgeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/h47psfjOI3c/s1600-h/P3170036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/Rgty3fCYgeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/h47psfjOI3c/s320/P3170036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047254104948638178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cab picked us from the airport and dropped in Alcatel's Guest house. The place is good with wi-fi connectivity,good food and excellent service. We had a complimentary drop to the office. Being so eager to start setting up the network infrastructure and get it done,  we rushed into the office to see only  unopened card board boxes. We got into action, grabbed a couple of people, unpacked it, got the power supply and finally made things ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we started to set the platform. It was not that tough for us who had faced a lot of things back in chennai. To top it up, we also had the support of many kind people around the office. The network infrastructure was ready within two days, and that's kinda achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/Rgty3vCYgfI/AAAAAAAAACA/lcVuwqpzPDY/s1600-h/P3210002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/Rgty3vCYgfI/AAAAAAAAACA/lcVuwqpzPDY/s320/P3210002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047254109243605490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Days passed, finally we had our tech lead arriving from France. He was so surprised to see that the things are actually finished before his arrival. We had to party!! and he took us to Hilton. Hilton was stunning with its ambiance and service and that too the weather of gurgaon made it a pleasant experience. Well this might totally look like too sweet and happy, but there are more incidents and stupid situations  of the kind far from being written here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With things done, now its time to shift the setup to the Conference venue. We shifted everything to Pragati Miadan, New Delhi. By the time we reached the hall, there was nothing but a few planks of wood and lots of workers. I couldn't believe that there will be a booth here the next day, considering the way it looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/RguGMfCYgkI/AAAAAAAAACo/ogqHc8ayNU0/s1600-h/P3170038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/RguGMfCYgkI/AAAAAAAAACo/ogqHc8ayNU0/s320/P3170038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047275356446818882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overnight as if it had a magic touch,the place had transformed into a glitzy white booth, with plasma screens and all other stuff.&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/arwindh.p/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/arwindh.p/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/Rgty4PCYggI/AAAAAAAAACI/aGDdKU48NVU/s1600-h/P3220043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/Rgty4PCYggI/AAAAAAAAACI/aGDdKU48NVU/s320/P3220043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047254117833540098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Conference started on March 20th and our booth was a instant hit. For all wondering about what this conference is all about, this is 'Convergence - 2007' , the largest telecom event in South Asia. We had a live WiMAX Demonstration in the booth and its the first of its kind in India. All the major players in telecom arena just dropped in and had of look and feel of how the future of telecom is gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/Rgty4fCYghI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cQYsN9Egxiw/s1600-h/P3220056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/Rgty4fCYghI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cQYsN9Egxiw/s320/P3220056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047254122128507410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I had to mention the girls, they were so polite and attractive. Bit surprised to see people in India working part time, I had seen this only in Australia and had done my part too. They were studying through correspondence and doing these kinda fairs for part time jobs. I had promised the girls of few photo shoots for my brother's dress collection in NIFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/RguOAPCYglI/AAAAAAAAACw/u0E9d-bGXKM/s1600-h/booth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/RguOAPCYglI/AAAAAAAAACw/u0E9d-bGXKM/s320/booth.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047283942086443602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all those flashy looks and high tech appeal,  our booth could attract everyone and  probably the most visited booth  in the event.  Finally, all  was well and it ended well  too.  Then  everything was  brought down in a couple of hours as soon as the  event got over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/Rgty4vCYgiI/AAAAAAAAACY/NN3vD37MbAs/s1600-h/P3220052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/Rgty4vCYgiI/AAAAAAAAACY/NN3vD37MbAs/s320/P3220052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047254126423474722" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;We went and had a party for ourselves in QBA. This place is a must-see in Delhi. Do find it and have dinner in this place. The violet coloured theme will attract you definitely . Chk it out in Connaught place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, we just roamed Delhi and gurgaon and got back to the airport. The flight was uneventful as usual. I still wonder what would be the probability of having a gorgeous girl next to your seat and actually have quite a talk with her!! Will it be 1 in 1000 or might it can happen only in movies?? Well , what to do, I had to get content with a sleep and some delicious pastries for the journey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats the end of the journey...and am looking forward for more of these trips..&lt;br /&gt;waiting for LAS VEGAS!!!!&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/RgtNKfCYgaI/AAAAAAAAABY/fgKpwj2XfiI/s1600-h/team.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29121738-5460503440134834236?l=neospace13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/5460503440134834236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29121738&amp;postID=5460503440134834236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/5460503440134834236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/5460503440134834236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2007/03/trip-to-delhi-day-was-pleasant-at-six.html' title='A Trip to Delhi'/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/Rgty3fCYgeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/h47psfjOI3c/s72-c/P3170036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121738.post-4982914433042574406</id><published>2007-02-12T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T05:24:52.372-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>50 things to do on this Valentines day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Courtesy: All forward mail and love posts]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;1. Write a love poem about each other and read it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;2. Call a radio station and dedicate a love song. Make sure he or she is listening!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;3. Write '143' in lipstick on the mirror and below leave love note or coupon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;4. Write 'I Love You' in a piece of paper and hide it in the lunch box or purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;5. Make heart-shaped bread toast for breakfast with hot chocolate dip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;6. Plan a very surprise candle light dinner at home after 9 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;7. Cook a delicious three course meal for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;8. Give warm oil massage or foot massage or back rub on a Sunday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;9. Play your romantic dance song or salsa and try to dance together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;10. Send a surprise romantic 'Text Message' or 'Email'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;11. Read 'Kamasutra' or 'My Secret Garden' or 'Men in Love' together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;12. Make a list of 10 things you love about each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;13. Make a photo album of your favourite memories together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;14. Go camping on a rainy weekend with only one sleeping bag and one blanket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;15. Shower together. (Warm 'Bubble Bath' is the best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;16. Turn off the lights and sing a love song together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;17. Go for a moonlight dinner in an open air beach restaurant near the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;18. Use Red Ribbon to wrap your bed like a gift box bow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;19. Give a bouquet of red rose or wild flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;20. Take a walk together in the morning at your local park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;21. Make a donation in your spouse's name to a special cause or charity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;22. Watch an old black and white romantic movie and share a bowl of popcorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;23. Re-enact your very first meeting at the very first special place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;24. Surprise your spouse with tickets to a movie or special event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;25. Give an unexpected French kiss in the lift and demand to return it back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;26. Send five different e-greetings just to say %u2013 I Love You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;27. Post a snail mail 'I am thinking of you' card to your home address.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;28. Plan a small flower garden together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;29. Spend a late night evening looking at the stars and make a wish together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;30. Place a small wedding photograph in each other%u2019s wallet or purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;31. Write a classic, romantic, passionate, handwritten, heartfelt one page love letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;32. Develop secret signals and use them to communicate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;33. Do the home cleaning and laundry together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;34. Prepare a mini handwritten 'Love' invitation to do something special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;35. Go to watch a movie in a drive-in movie theatre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;36. Share a large chocolate ice cream cone or sugar sponge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;37. Give 'World's Best Wife or Husband' certificate on your wedding day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;38. Eat a chocolate bar together without using hands, but only with the mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;39. Perform a 10 questions Quiz %u2013 'Kaun Jithega Das Rupiya?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;40. Go shopping together to buy groceries or dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;41. Stand together in front of the mirror for 2 minutes a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;42. Go to the Taj Mahal together atleast once in your life time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;43. Surprise with a 'very very special' dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;44. Buy a set of matching silk pajamas, and take turns modelling them for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;45. Buy a new perfume or cologne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;46. Do 'Pooja' together at home or at your local temple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;47. Buy a new piece of gold or diamond jewellery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;48. When attending a wedding, whisper: 'If I had to do it over, I'd marry you again'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;49. Give a surprise by serving Sunday morning breakfast in bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;50. 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The first day of Dorothy Counts at the Harry Harding High School in the United States . Counts was one of the first black students admitted in the school, and she was no longer able to stand the harassments after 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/Rcwr2iYVTCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OHgHrsP4xbw/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/Rcwr2iYVTCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OHgHrsP4xbw/s400/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029443099807796258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Assasination (Yasushi Nagao, Japan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 12, 1960. A second before the Japanese Socialist Party leader Asanuma was murdered by an opponent student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwrwCYVTBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-bVOOlFxe1s/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwrwCYVTBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-bVOOlFxe1s/s400/image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029442988138646546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Protest (Malcolm W. Browne, USA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1963. Thich Quang Duc, the Buddhist priest in Southern Vietnam , burns himself to death protesting the government's torture policy against priests. Thich Quang Dug never made a sound or moved while he was burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwrqCYVTAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HDwL3fodL5M/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwrqCYVTAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HDwL3fodL5M/s400/image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029442885059431426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Death (Hictor Rondsn Lovera, Venezuela)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1962. A soldier shot by a sniper hangs onto a priest in his last moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwrjyYVS_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Rd3aeKnvZLw/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwrjyYVS_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Rd3aeKnvZLw/s400/image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029442777685249010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Vietnam War (Kyoichi Sawada, Japan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1965. A mom and her children try to cross the river in South Vietnam in an attempt to run away from the American bombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwrdyYVS-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/ANXbugavOrc/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwrdyYVS-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/ANXbugavOrc/s400/image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029442674606033890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6.Vietnam War (Kyoichi Sawada, Japan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1966. U.S. troops in South Vietnam are dragging a dead Vietkong soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwrXyYVS9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/uID_fy7CY0g/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwrXyYVS9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/uID_fy7CY0g/s400/image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029442571526818770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Vietnam War (Eddie Adams, USA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 1, 1968. South Vietnam police chief Nguyen Ngoc Loan shots a young man, whom he suspects to be a Viet Kong soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwrQyYVS8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/psC3Jxrt8iw/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwrQyYVS8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/psC3Jxrt8iw/s400/image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029442451267734466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Vietnam War (Ut Cong Huynh, Vietnam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1972. After South Vietnam planes accidentally drop a bomb on a town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwrKyYVS7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/cFdsYkkpb9A/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwrKyYVS7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/cFdsYkkpb9A/s400/image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029442348188519346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Assasination of Salvador Allende, Chili (Unknown photographer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1973. A few seconds before Chile 's elected president Salvador Allende is dead during the coup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwrEyYVS6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Nb2ywk7WvDk/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwrEyYVS6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Nb2ywk7WvDk/s400/image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029442245109304226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Accident (Stanley Forman, USA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1975. A woman and a girl falling down after the fire escape collapses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/Rcwq9iYVS5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Tw1WOHrEdXA/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/Rcwq9iYVS5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Tw1WOHrEdXA/s400/image010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029442120555252626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Hunger in Uganda (Michael Wells, U.K.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1980. A kid in Uganda about to die of hunger, and a missionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/Rcwq3yYVS4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/AhDu-jmTres/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/Rcwq3yYVS4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/AhDu-jmTres/s400/image011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029442021771004802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Seizure of the Spain Parliament (Manuel Pirez Barriopedro, Spain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 23, 1981. Colonel Molina ve military police seizes the Parliament building in Spain . The photographer did not expect the scene, and hid the films in his shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwqvCYVS3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Tu6vtCdLmCU/s1600-h/image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwqvCYVS3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Tu6vtCdLmCU/s400/image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029441871447149426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Dead bodies of the Palestianian refugees in Lebanon (Robin Moyer, USA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1982. Palestinian refugees murdered in Beirut , Lebanon .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwqoCYVS2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/_njdJpppdSs/s1600-h/image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwqoCYVS2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/_njdJpppdSs/s400/image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029441751188065122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.South Korea (Anthony Suau, USA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1987. A mother in South Korea apologizes and asks for forgiveness for his son who was arrested after attending a protest. He was protesting the alleged manipulations in the general elections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwqgSYVS1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/qVdtfP0gfUU/s1600-h/image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwqgSYVS1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/qVdtfP0gfUU/s400/image014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029441618044078930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Protest in China (Charlie Cole, USA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1989. A young man in China stands before the tanks during protests for democratic reforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwqbCYVS0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/HEw73b5wdFg/s1600-h/image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwqbCYVS0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/HEw73b5wdFg/s400/image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029441527849765698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Hunger in Somalia (James Nachtwey, USA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1992. A mother in Somalia holds the body of her child who died of hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwqUyYVSzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/B7Gu4Djm1FU/s1600-h/image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwqUyYVSzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/B7Gu4Djm1FU/s400/image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029441420475583282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Torture in Rwanda (James Nachtwey, USA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1994. A man who was tortured by the soldiers since he was suspected to have spoken with the Tutsi rebels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwqHSYVSyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1OZQjEoBDIY/s1600-h/image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwqHSYVSyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1OZQjEoBDIY/s400/image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029441188547349282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Civil War in Angola (Francesco Zizola, Italy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1996. Kids who are shocked by the civil war in Angola .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwqAyYVSxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XeX6MiTCkRU/s1600-h/image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwqAyYVSxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XeX6MiTCkRU/s400/image018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029441076878199570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Dead Afghan kid(Erik Refner, Denmark)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001. An Afghani refugee kid's body is being prepared for the funeral in Pakistan .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/Rcwp5yYVSwI/AAAAAAAAAFA/BljvSxEXVRw/s1600-h/image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/Rcwp5yYVSwI/AAAAAAAAAFA/BljvSxEXVRw/s400/image019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029440956619115266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Digging graves in Iran after the earthquake (Eric Grigorian, USA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002. Soldiers and villagers in IRan are digging graves for the victims of the earthquake. A kid holds his father's pants before he is buried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/Rcwp0yYVSvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CFtazo5RgXc/s1600-h/image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/Rcwp0yYVSvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CFtazo5RgXc/s400/image020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029440870719769330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Iraqi prisoner with his child (Jean-Marc Bouju, France)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2003. An Iraqi prisoner of war tries to calm down his child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwpuyYVSuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/C1qjdiVVIW0/s1600-h/image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/RcwpuyYVSuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/C1qjdiVVIW0/s400/image021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029440767640554210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy: a forwarded email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29121738-4686533495375651708?l=neospace13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/4686533495375651708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29121738&amp;postID=4686533495375651708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/4686533495375651708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/4686533495375651708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2007/02/21-most-unforgettable-photos-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnTiGTzxyvA/Rcwr2iYVTCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OHgHrsP4xbw/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121738.post-115953189117405836</id><published>2006-09-29T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T00:10:11.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life is strange..</title><content type='html'>Life is strange in its own ways..&lt;br /&gt;There would have been times when you felt that you rule the world..well!.. atleast your 'own' world...&lt;br /&gt;I have my share of those moments..&lt;br /&gt;Those were the final weeks of Masters Study.. I felt that i had planned everything..&lt;br /&gt;Finish my Masters...Also i finished my CCNA[added value!!]..had great dreams of getting a job with my 'prestigious' MS...I was even planning to get a Ford Mondeo...Had 1 lakh in cash just for petty expenses... everything seems too well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The D-day or the Departing day from Australia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We started late to the airport. When we reached the check-in, it was already overflowing and to top it up all, i was told that my luggage was way heavy than allowed. So, I dumped the choclates, old dresses and stuff in the garbage, paid extra bucks for the undumpable. Finally got into the flight. The airport story..i`ll write in a separate post. Finally reached India, Happy to see everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,starts the play...&lt;br /&gt;While we went home, 'SUN News' flashed that due to the incessant rains, my place has been flooded and my house is submerged. Everyone of my family is here to receive me and the house is in floods.  All traffic was blocked. All our agricultural lands were flooded and total loss for that year. Things take a turn here. Just after a few hours of being a Foreign-return, I became a guy who gets worried whether he has a house to move in or not!!!Sounds Strange , isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29121738-115953189117405836?l=neospace13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/115953189117405836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29121738&amp;postID=115953189117405836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/115953189117405836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/115953189117405836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-is-strange.html' title='Life is strange..'/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121738.post-115203696497368236</id><published>2006-07-04T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T05:26:56.711-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorable Trips'/><title type='text'>Cruising around Albany</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/3072/1024/SV503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/3072/400/SV503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was me in Albany, a small sea side town literally near the lowermost tip of earth[atleast of not those covered by ice]...&lt;br /&gt;Had great fun...&lt;br /&gt;We took a Toyota Innova and had it cruising at about 160 kmph...&lt;br /&gt;1400 kms..2 days..2 stop-overs..&lt;br /&gt;11 beaches [sand,sky,splashes of icy water and of course 'gals' around]... &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29121738-115203696497368236?l=neospace13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/115203696497368236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29121738&amp;postID=115203696497368236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/115203696497368236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/115203696497368236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-one-was-me-in-albany-small-sea.html' title='Cruising around Albany'/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121738.post-114935931438405874</id><published>2006-06-03T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T05:31:00.837-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rest of all'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is Arwindh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After a couple of failed startups, I intend to keep this blog alive..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About myself...&lt;br /&gt;I had just finished my Masters in IT from Australia...&lt;br /&gt;Hoping not to take life too seriously...&lt;br /&gt;This blog is gonna be a mixture of my college life, friends, my thoughts on 'everything under the sun' and..i guess this is what every blog has...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29121738-114935931438405874?l=neospace13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/feeds/114935931438405874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29121738&amp;postID=114935931438405874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/114935931438405874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29121738/posts/default/114935931438405874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neospace13.blogspot.com/2006/06/hi-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Arwindh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742551157715477956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hK6Aoro1eM/SW68waxmiuI/AAAAAAAACTw/k4PQTnSqO08/S220/Arwi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
