<?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-1028382814843859395</id><updated>2012-01-30T15:01:35.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BASKET FULL OF RAINBOWS</title><subtitle type='html'>Miles to go before I sleep........</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-1454952264428532608</id><published>2011-09-08T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T07:18:02.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MANKATHA DA!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Mankatha, now the only mantra in kollywood. I just entered home after watching the chilling Mankatha movie. To start with I shud def say, its a sterotypical THALA movie.I have read the exact copy of this movie in some James Hardley chase books. Though am an avid movie watcher am not good at giving reviews, but from the moment this movie was released I got rave reviews about it which kindled me to pen it down here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all, Thala Ajith's acquantaince are perninal, even after a long gap of his movies, the gala and josh was not reduced in theaters for his movies. Ajith looks flavored the movie very well. His formal dressing, with cigars in mouth, shades on eyes and whites on hair looked very good for the role. The movie is all about a heist, Ajith executing it and Arjun defending it. Its really appreciating  for "betting and Booking" theme to be introduced in Tamil movies, which usually survives on remakes(intentionaly, internationally), cupid love themes or no theme at all. The director has tried to film something new out of the conventional rules. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People claim the first half as slow, tat is mainly bcas of the concept. Betting n Booking is almost like 2G Spectrum n Jan Lokpal Bill. We might have heard these names many a times in news but when we are asked to explain about them in detail we look up. So, the director has consumed few scenes to show, What is betting n booking, How its done in networks, and how powerful the underground world is with huge black money rolling with them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Arjun's entry was more appealing than Ajith's and he has done his role in all butter and bread, getting applauds. I was wondering why Andrea was posed in such small role(???) . Trisha's role was just a breezy wand used by the director and she does nothing to write more on her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Songs, according to me gives a negative fade to the movie. They never merged with the story. I liked the Vilayadu Mangatha and BGM. Yuvan failed to give a decent tune for us to hum. Nothing lingers, they were just passing clouds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Second Half was fast and well screened. Ajith's sheer screen presence was seen in second half and proved that his mere presence can pull the movie fast. Though the movie involves loads of violence scenes, it was handled intelligently. Director beautifully eliminated all emotinal, sentimental drags and even handled death  with smile. Its a movie where you come out of the theater with smiling face irrespective of bullets firing, cars rolling, building burning. You are entertained to expectations and dime spent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Overall, Go to theater,  remove your logical shoes, reasoning coat, sit back and enjoy Thala movie clapping and whistling for his appreciable screen gestures. &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/1028382814843859395-1454952264428532608?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/1454952264428532608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=1454952264428532608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/1454952264428532608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/1454952264428532608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2011/09/mankatha-da.html' title='MANKATHA DA!!!!'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-2421691168078307778</id><published>2011-09-01T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T12:02:46.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Observing My Observation</title><content type='html'>Crimes never end in the city, same time good guys catching bad guys also never stops!&lt;br /&gt;Best part,we  both watching new series every time when we are done with one, also doesnt stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it is catching the bad guys with the help of a Psyhic, a brain manipulator along with the FBI.  Psych is an American detective comedy-drama television series created by Steve Franks and broadcast on USA Network. As we are done with Prison Break, Dexter, Lost &amp;amp; Heros we thought its time to move on to something lively, fun, thrill and chill . Hence, after lotts of fishing the 'psych' series was trapped by us and soon it started topping in the recently watched list in our Netflix account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main theme of the series is the "Heightened Observational skills" of the hero. I was greatly impressed by that theme and started mimicking myself like that hero in my everyday life.  I went on to  do small excercise by observing my observational skills.. Phew, everything lost! Only after I started noticing small small things around me,I really found out how colourful n useful my home is.. I found a small teddy bear bottle opener in my kitchen stash. I open it everyday, but have never seen the opener before and infact we used to borrow opener from friends n got a new one recently.After deep investigation over it I found it was bought by me n my hubby an year ago at a nearby fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noted a tinge of slight shadow on my bedroom wall. When u look on them in a particular angle they diffract different colours and looks like a rainbow inside the room.  Flashback - I have spilled some oil on the floor which was splashed on the wall few months before. Now, the Sojourn through this picturesque wall looks  more lovely reflecting colors when sunlight kisses it.  I was amazed thinking how wonderful it wud be to notice everything around us deeply. Infact its a way of meditation in one form as u do every small thing with caution and full-heart. Improving observational skills is not burning the midnight oil concept. Its like hibernation, which takes time to get utilized. I found a very interesting VDO about observational skills.  It makes you feel volatile. Check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO DID THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LW_ZVvjP_Ms" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-2421691168078307778?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/2421691168078307778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=2421691168078307778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/2421691168078307778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/2421691168078307778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2011/09/crimes-never-end-in-city-same-time-good.html' title='Observing My Observation'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LW_ZVvjP_Ms/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-4786976091592843914</id><published>2011-08-19T10:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T14:52:48.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Action</title><content type='html'>Here am back in a different form, different attitude and personality. Yeah, now that  am a married gal(woman). A brief recap of me in the past year for you- Like fish n chips combo, my parents thought this groom n myself wud make up a good pair and yes, till now we are. Got married to not so unusual software engineer working in US. Henceforth I quit my softy job to be with him. Now am a full time home maker with work permit visa, waiting to somehow get permitted by a recruiter. Besides this I pass time sleeping, amateur photographing, trying to cook something tat flashes in mind the moment I open the fridge and see all sad veggies lying unused to days.. My husband is a nicest gentleman and copes with me in all my spectrum color moods. Then struck why not blogging again and now am here. I thought I should first clear out my blog which had loads of junk comments like selling of abs machine and some cracky hackers codes. As I was renovating the blog, I happened to notice my first early posts in this blog.We often read others blogs n webs, have u ever read ur own post which was written earlier? Try it out.. Its interesting.. Like an album its breezy to go through. I was able to figure out a gradual increase in my maturity through my writing. Things tat looked so great, now looks so silly and I was laughing myself out seeing those posts.I started this blog as a fun while in college just to show my frnds even I know something to do with system apart from Fb, orkut, gmail and gtalk. Later blogging turned into some serious business where I can very well talk about anything n everything.. My thoughts and rants reached some soul somewhere in the world, tat made me happy n encouraged me to write more. It always helped me to rediscover myself. I had stepped out of blogging for almost an year due to marriage n acquaintances and now am being kick-started by my sissy to blog again. 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She pampered herself both physically as well as mentally so, that s&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he can handle the situation with a perfect touch. For past few days she faced all sorts of naughty giggles from her family and friends regarding this meet. She dressed up ready to face a new situation in life and for every few mins she kept checking herself at the mirror to make sure he faints when he looks at her for the first time. Actually, it was their first meeting in person so as to check their compatibility ratio between them. The gal’s family made all things ready to make the gal n the guy meet at the temple as planned. They were so happy to see their daughter glitter like diamond in traditional attire as they wished to see. The gal is basically quiet bubbly, lively n very merry go happy lucky gal, but she takes sum time to patch up initially. She needs a specially designed lock to make her continuous flow of words to stop. She had to glop up all energy-booster pills from office friends, family, coll friends and relatives for facing this. Though she was sure of being normal while meeting the guy,  All the best calls n msgs from friends made her feel the real intense of the situation. She suddenly felt a cold wave passing thru her stomach. Omg!!! She thought for a sec,whole new  family is coming just to meet her n ONLY her. All eyes on her… Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;From the very same moment she became more conscious about herself. Meanwhile as planned the guy’s family too turned up with the formal welcome. The guy met the gal. She liked him at the first glance. The physical attribute category was first ticked in the checklist tat she had in her mind. Then she started pondering over other characteristic features in him tat she expected. He spoke well, calm cool. She again made note of it. But Poor gal, she failed to understand that even his checklist should all go well. She never noticed that because of her multiple tasking (Checking him, checking the dress, more conscious about her words) all her replies were very diplomatic n neither to point. She used to reply as sweet as crisp chocky. But she was totally out of way this time. The gal expected tat he will ask about their marriage, her acceptance. She prepared herself to reply with a blushing smile. But he didn’t… Tat made her lil upset. Thy ended up their long 45 mins conversation diplomatically by saying “Nice talking to u”. The moment they came back the gal’s parents who are more concerned when it comes to marriage saw their daughter’s face looking as fresh as a flower n came to conclusion tat she likes him. The gal n the guy then started talking to their respective parents. As per our societal laws, it’s the guys parents who decides about the final result… But they didn’t respond the way the gal’s family wanted…. Only then she thought about her faults… but no way she was in a position to make him understand tat u buddhu am a perfect match for u…. People may wonder y did I pen such a crap situational story. But def not, it holds so many hidden lessons inside it.&lt;br /&gt;There r many amidst us who have faced such situations n missed their perfect match or who are about to face it in future.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1.Time is precious, raise up to it (She shud have become normal as soon as     possible and shud have behaved as normal as possible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2.Opportunity knocks just ones. Ones lost is lost… There is no other means to convey d guy, tat the gal is the perfect match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3.Reply what others expect from u. unnecessary information is def not needed when she failed to know what he really wanted to know from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4.Always be yourself irrespective of any situations u face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   5.Never make judgments about the person within a short time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-4751255587169309691?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/4751255587169309691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=4751255587169309691&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/4751255587169309691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/4751255587169309691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2010/01/simple-yet-complex.html' title='SIMPLE YET COMPLEX'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-484415840881977615</id><published>2009-12-05T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T09:24:44.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THABUSHANKAR PAKKAM :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jQemXh8b0j8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jQemXh8b0j8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-484415840881977615?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/484415840881977615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=484415840881977615&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/484415840881977615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/484415840881977615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2009/12/thabushankar-pakkam.html' title='THABUSHANKAR PAKKAM :)'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-1526620980168074217</id><published>2009-08-11T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T06:42:13.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APPRECIATE 'HER'</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow you may propose a working woman,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you should marry with these facts firmly grounded in your mind........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/SoF0odmH0PI/AAAAAAAAA5s/cuWeuXKY4eg/s1600-h/noname.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/SoF0odmH0PI/AAAAAAAAA5s/cuWeuXKY4eg/s200/noname.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368700469290455282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a girl, who is as much educated as you are;&lt;br /&gt;Who is earning almost as much as you do;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who has dreams and aspirations just as you have because she is as&lt;br /&gt;human as you are;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who has never entered the kitchen in her life just like you or your&lt;br /&gt;Sister haven't, as she was busy in studies and competing in a system that&lt;br /&gt;gives no special concession to girls for their culinary achievements. One, who has lived and loved,&lt;br /&gt;Her parents &amp; brothers &amp; sisters, almost as much as you do for 20-25 years of her life;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who&lt;br /&gt;love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family name,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while you&lt;br /&gt;sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who is expected to make tea, first thing in the morning and cook food at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;even if she is as tired as you are, maybe more, and yet never ever expected to complain;&lt;br /&gt;to be a servant, a cook, a mother, a wife, even if she doesn't want to;&lt;br /&gt;and is learning just like you are as to what you want from her; and is clumsy and sloppy at times and knows that&lt;br /&gt;you won't like it if she is too demanding, or if she learns faster than you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who has her own set of friends, and that includes boys and even men at&lt;br /&gt;her workplace too, those, who she knows from school days and yet is willing&lt;br /&gt;to put all that on the back-burners to avoid your irrational jealousy,&lt;br /&gt;unnecessary competition and your inherent insecurities;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she can drink and dance just as well as you can, but won't, simply&lt;br /&gt;because you won't like it, even though you say otherwise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who can be late from work once in a while when deadlines, just like&lt;br /&gt;yours, are to be met;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who is doing her level best and wants to make this most important&lt;br /&gt;relationship in her entire life a grand success, if you just help her some&lt;br /&gt;and trust her;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who just wants one thing from you, as you are the only one she knows&lt;br /&gt;in your entire house - Your unstinted support, Your sensitivities and most importantly - Your understanding, or love, if you may call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not many guys understand this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please appreciate "HER"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-1526620980168074217?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/1526620980168074217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=1526620980168074217&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/1526620980168074217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/1526620980168074217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2009/08/appreciate-her.html' title='APPRECIATE &apos;HER&apos;'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/SoF0odmH0PI/AAAAAAAAA5s/cuWeuXKY4eg/s72-c/noname.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-8631846467408452481</id><published>2009-07-03T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T11:22:13.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUMANITY?? HOW MUCH DOES IT COST?</title><content type='html'>I delibrately wanted to write this one as, this incident is urging my mind &amp; heart  since yesterday. I live in an wellknown apartment at a most happening place,Indira Nagar Bangalore. Almost thr r 50 houses in this apartment. Everyday an old woman of age  around 70 comes to almost every house here and sells leafy vegetables like Spinach, Drumstick leaves, coriander, curry leaves  etc. Anything tats good for health n home delivered is always a good charm for us. So, she was a regulator visitor.  Recently a new association was formed in the apartment n thy threw many new rules. This old woman, is welknwn to me cas, she knws only tamil n we r  tamilians too. So, she spends lil time at my home either talking to me or to my mom, telling us abt her own life. I knw how poor she is and i respect her hardwork, so wenever I see her anywere, how much ever i get in hand, like either 20, 50 or 100 bucks, i give her. I keep this as a habit. She too happily accepts it as she alwys treats me as her granddaughter n pampers me. She often worries abt my health, (Corporate late works) n brings some good spl green vegetables for me to have. So,it was a kinda loving relation we had between us.  But recently she stopped coming to our house n cudnt find her anywere in the apartment too. Yesterday morning, while on my way to office, I found her sitting along the roadside. Was happy to see her back again cas, my mind was thinking something else abt her. Wen, i asked abt her absence,she immediately started weeping n told me tat, its our apartment association officials who told her not to come hereafter. ""Thy said, I should not use d lift to sell vegetables, for which the residents have to d pay electricity bill along with  their house maintanence. So,thy told me if I want to sell my things I shud use the staircase. If not,tat wud be the last day for me to enter into  the apartment.U tell me, how can I climb all the  7 floors. Now my income is completely gone. Am sick n my son is not taking care of me as i cudnot give him a penny for past a week. Dono y still God is letting me stay in this ugly world??."" Hearing all these just hurted me very badly. I gave sum money for her to get medicines and left for d office. Afterall I knw i cannot do anything in this. But tat disturbed me a lot. Cursed God for d lack of humanity even amidst well educated people. Rules can be rules.. But tat shud not stand b4 humanity. Our apartment kids use theses lifts for playing hide n seek n to go up n down just for fun. Tats just a moment of happiness for the children.But for this old woman its her life , its her bread… Y don these people understand this..Cant we pay a mere amount as common electricity bill for others to let them live in this world??? How narrow we humans are. ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-8631846467408452481?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/8631846467408452481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=8631846467408452481&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/8631846467408452481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/8631846467408452481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2009/07/humanity-how-much-does-it-costs.html' title='HUMANITY?? HOW MUCH DOES IT COST?'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-7531345576583918450</id><published>2009-07-01T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:27:35.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOTOS TAT CAN SPEAK!!</title><content type='html'>1.My Nephew- Mr Pranav. Wen he was just 4 days old. I cud still remember his new baby smell wen i first lifted him.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/Sktuejpjh1I/AAAAAAAAAcw/zcC4ECMrN-A/s1600-h/Little+one+in+deep+thoughts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/Sktuejpjh1I/AAAAAAAAAcw/zcC4ECMrN-A/s200/Little+one+in+deep+thoughts.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353494053304633170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Me n Pranav- Wen i was in College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/Sktvc50moUI/AAAAAAAAAc4/3tLbqe6QX78/s1600-h/padikaradha+vitutu+enakoda+pose+kuduthukitu+irundha+chithi+epadi+place+aga+pogudhu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/Sktvc50moUI/AAAAAAAAAc4/3tLbqe6QX78/s200/padikaradha+vitutu+enakoda+pose+kuduthukitu+irundha+chithi+epadi+place+aga+pogudhu.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353495124408443202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Dad, Madhu akka and Kumar mama at temple with the hero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/Sktv-7400SI/AAAAAAAAAdA/de5lZbuABN4/s1600-h/DSC00620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/Sktv-7400SI/AAAAAAAAAdA/de5lZbuABN4/s200/DSC00620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353495709078573346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Oh!! My favourite..&lt;br /&gt;He turned one.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/Sktyh8ACoZI/AAAAAAAAAdY/D4fckxOCgps/s1600-h/2219074576_d571493198_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/Sktyh8ACoZI/AAAAAAAAAdY/D4fckxOCgps/s200/2219074576_d571493198_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353498509427515794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Maapilai pranav than aana ivar potruka dress ennodadhu!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/SktxBPDoavI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/vkPqjmNoPoU/s1600-h/DSC01113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/SktxBPDoavI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/vkPqjmNoPoU/s200/DSC01113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353496848095537906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-7531345576583918450?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/7531345576583918450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=7531345576583918450&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/7531345576583918450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/7531345576583918450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2009/07/photos-tat-speaks.html' title='PHOTOS TAT CAN SPEAK!!'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/Sktuejpjh1I/AAAAAAAAAcw/zcC4ECMrN-A/s72-c/Little+one+in+deep+thoughts.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-1137576471989854220</id><published>2009-05-15T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T08:16:29.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHICKEN BRIYANI- RECIPE</title><content type='html'>Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1 1 kg chicken,&lt;br /&gt;1 kg Basmathi Rice&lt;br /&gt;1 cup thinly sliced onions,&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp ginger/garlic paste,&lt;br /&gt;3 tsp chilli powder,&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp turmeric,&lt;br /&gt;100 g cashew nuts,&lt;br /&gt;4 or 5 bay leaves,&lt;br /&gt;4 or 5 cloves,&lt;br /&gt;2 cm long cinnamon sticks,&lt;br /&gt;3 or 4 cardamom pods,&lt;br /&gt;2 cups mint leaves,&lt;br /&gt;1 cup coriander leaves (cilantro),&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp garam masala powder&lt;br /&gt;1 lemon,&lt;br /&gt;1 ½ tsp salt (according to taste),&lt;br /&gt;1 cup ghee,&lt;br /&gt;½ cup yogurt(normal curd also will do),&lt;br /&gt;1 cup oil,&lt;br /&gt;few strands of saffron,&lt;br /&gt;2 cups finely sliced onions,&lt;br /&gt;Preparation&lt;br /&gt;1. Make deep incisions on the chicken flesh - deep enough for spices to get absorbed but making them too deep could render the pieces smaller. Mix turmeric, chilli powder, salt, garlic paste, yogurt, and half-lemon's juice. Thoroughly apply this paste onto the  flesh and let marinate for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Heat about 100 ml of oil. Roast cumin, cloves, cinnamon, depoded cardamom, bay leaves, ½ spoon cumin, 1 spoon coriander powder, and finally add onions(2). Wait a couple of minutes to add mint leaves. When onions turn slight brown, add marinated chicken and cook for about 20-30 min. It should NOT be fully cooked at this stage; add garam masala and coconut powder and turn off flame when about ¾ cooked. Gravy should not be much, chicken pieces should look roasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Meanwhile, while the chicken is still cooking, prepare the biryani rice. Slightly rinse 3 cups of basmati, and add water little less than the volume of the rice itself so that its only half cooked preferably in an electric cooker. Amount of water actually depends on kind of rice at hand and your experience helps to judge it. Also add 1-2 teaspoons of salt to it. Take a few semi-cooked grains of rice and colour them with diluted saffron for garnishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Take the cooker, Place about half of semi-cooked rice in it. Next, layer half of chicken on it again topped by a layer of rice (half of the remaining). One more layer of remaining chicken, finally with layer of rest of the rice on top ends the rice-chicken layering stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Heat oil and deep fry half the sliced onions to golden brown. Similarly fry cashew. Garnish the top layer with these two along with 100 ml ghee, coconut milk, saffron rice grains and coriander. Lid the vessel and try making it airtight (but no pressure should build up). Put on high flame for 5 min before reducing it to low flame. The flame should NOT be at the vessel's centre, but on one side of it. Wait for 2-3 min and turn the vessel to heat other next part on its circumference. This way, keep rotating the vessel every 2-3 min for about 20 min. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Put off the flame and wait for about 10 min before opening. Before serving, mix the medley from the bottom. Now Briyani is ready to melt in ur mouth!!! Bon Apetite!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-1137576471989854220?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/1137576471989854220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=1137576471989854220&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/1137576471989854220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/1137576471989854220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2009/05/chicken-briyani-recipe.html' title='CHICKEN BRIYANI- RECIPE'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-226949062951647953</id><published>2009-04-02T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:05:01.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Briyani</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/SdT-Q6yZhMI/AAAAAAAAAQI/T2fewDO5k4o/s1600-h/Briyani.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/SdT-Q6yZhMI/AAAAAAAAAQI/T2fewDO5k4o/s200/Briyani.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320156626443404482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my first Chicken Briyani to this world!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howz is it??? Will write the method for this Yummy Briyani in my next post!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-226949062951647953?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/226949062951647953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=226949062951647953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/226949062951647953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/226949062951647953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-briyani.html' title='My Briyani'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/SdT-Q6yZhMI/AAAAAAAAAQI/T2fewDO5k4o/s72-c/Briyani.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-4702868295872369180</id><published>2009-01-26T09:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:02:36.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repulic Day Resolution!!</title><content type='html'>Today is 60th republic day of India.. I woke up lil early around 6am and started my day as usual. Later, i was surfing thru channels n atlast found Republic parade Live prog was telecasted in NDTV n CNN/IBN.So, settled to watch it. But i was continuously disturbed by the screams of the kids who were playing in the playarea of our flats, as it is holiday.. ALmost around 12 to 15 kids were playing. Tat provoked me with lil queries..   How many of us watch these Parade prog in Tv???? &lt;br /&gt;I think during my childhood days,we didnt have cable channel connection at home... So, we used to watch these Republic day parade at India Gate with great Enthu as it was the only choice.. Tat interest kindles us in knwing abt many politicians, leaders and the political happeneings around us.. But i think, this younger generation never shows much interest to watch all these.&lt;br /&gt;Its the parents duty to make our children watch all these..cas, only in these occasions we get some opportunity to see the whole strength of India, What India is all about, etc. The Orgins of each state tableau caravan gives us clear picture of each state. It potrays their culture and heritage of their respective state beautifully.. The brave embellishments of the army, navy and airforce solidiers with their wagons parading is defenitely a maganificient sight to watch.&lt;br /&gt;These small things make huge difference in the small buds minds. Atleast in these days we can avoid watching movies, songs, progs and denote time for such valuable time pass.JAI HIND!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-4702868295872369180?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/4702868295872369180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=4702868295872369180&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/4702868295872369180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/4702868295872369180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2009/01/repulic-day-resolution.html' title='Repulic Day Resolution!!'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-9108278952232942888</id><published>2008-12-12T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:22:16.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Educational Challenge!!!</title><content type='html'>After many days am into blogging again... Have successfully completed ILP at trivandrum and got posted at my hometown TCS Bangalore. &lt;br /&gt;Now am into stream training.. A long bus journey every mornings and in the evenings. Leaving home at 7. 30 and returning back at 7.30pm. Such tight schedules are new for me as am a lazy bug. Today is friday and hence i was in the weekend spree rite from morning. i boarded the bus as usual. Generally its me, driver and the conductor are the 3 people who travel from starting point to the destination.. Inbetween i meet and get to chat with many new kinda people, who are boarding the bus. I love watching people and hence alwys wish to travel alone..  Today a young gal sat next to me, she boarded the bus along with few other gals of her age, all dressed up in same uniform.  She might be around 14 yrs.. She opened a notebook n started studying something. The very look of hers can depict us tat she is very poor.. Her school bag had no zips and it was pined with hook leaving it open, few stiches to cover up the torned uniform of hers were also seen.. i had a great interest to see wat she was studying She was mugging up opposites n using those words to frame sentences. i was shocked to see a 14 yrs old gal studying opposites  and sentence formation. 90% of the words were wrong. She said its her teachers who gave these to study n she is from govt school. OMG!! wat the F***!!! was my reaction. Atleast English is secondary lang, i got her other nnotebooks, even in tat science, Maths , everything was wrong.. Infact everything was just basics. It was very difficult for me to accept such realities tat So cald teachers really spoil students life. Thy r many many  quality youngsters with stuffs, ready to get into teaching line. But with loops these crap people get jobs and startes digging others. &lt;br /&gt;            She said she is very much interested to study n so, she studies in the morning n in d evening she works as a cleaner in a nearby private hospiatls. Thr r many such enthusiactic souls being raped by these government's careleesness towards education system. Wen she grows up with these level o education, obviously she ll not get the rite job n hence no fruits for her work. This is the main reason y the poor parents still deprive their children from education and rather put them into work immediately. Only at tat point I felt happy tat am a volunteer in teach India, afterall this is wat i can do.. She was happy to talk to me as i gave her my address and asked her to drop to my house during weekend so tat i can help her out atleast something in Maths n Science. But i was sad seeing her and my mind started popping out with many questions............... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i knew i don have an answer for any of those, But still.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-9108278952232942888?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/9108278952232942888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=9108278952232942888&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/9108278952232942888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/9108278952232942888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2008/12/educational-challenge.html' title='Educational Challenge!!!'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-6299392923711994103</id><published>2008-10-06T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:00:19.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE PARTNER</title><content type='html'>Ok, today i got to see an interesting post in one of a magazine.. It was titled as DEFINE LIFE PARTNER&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Most of the gals, who ever have crossed tat page wud have halted for a sec and thought abt it. Perception differs, likes differs, opinions differs, behaviour differs, style differs, inspite of many differences, u need to find a suitable match for u..... Possible??? I feel, than searching for an ideal canditate and checking him up for all his qualities by conducting,GD, Hr interview, Pshycometry tests as if going to hire him for some company, its better whoever cmes to be ur partner make the him as the best suitable match for u...&lt;br /&gt;                But still i have my own thesis for LIFE PARTNER- who is going to be my soulmate. So, i wud prefer if he has the following in him..&lt;br /&gt;* Shud understand me so much, such tat if he cudnt understand me then no one else in this world cud get me.&lt;br /&gt;* Shud alwys give space to me inspite of staying close with me. (cas i hate barging)&lt;br /&gt;* Shud be artistic in nature.&lt;br /&gt;* Shud have some social consciousness in him.&lt;br /&gt;* Shud not compell for anything and try to dump his princiles on me. So, he shud accept me as how iam... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think these things in someone will readily attract me much and makes him appear as d most handsome man in my eyes. I think everyone has their own expectations.. Even if ur just an ENTITY in this world, u expect something from ur partner.. Each other expectations has to be respected, tat will bloom a relation well...&lt;br /&gt;So, do think abt ur choices and select ur brand............Go......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-6299392923711994103?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/6299392923711994103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=6299392923711994103&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/6299392923711994103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/6299392923711994103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-partner.html' title='LIFE PARTNER'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-4640267649461785222</id><published>2008-09-13T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T11:04:31.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YET ANOTHER DAY!!!</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. after a long time am again into blogging. Oops, y don i do any thing in my life regularly?? Am d very best example of the quote, "Jack of all trades master of none". From young age my parents too wanted me to come into limelight n thy just tried out mny tricks, making me busy by putting me into different classes like, dance, music, Veena, aerobis, yoga n badminton.. etc.. But nothing cud pull me out from this laziness n this syndrome sticks to me till now.. Wen i see people who have speacialized talents apart from acadamics, i used to feel bad o myself tat y didnt i use any of d opportunites given to me.. Though i used to feel for asec , then i never give much big word for it.. Well, blogging was also started thinking tat i shud pen down all ma feels into this, so tat anyone who reads this shud be able to read me.. But i don blog often nowadays.. Again, i work under the saying, New Brooms sweeps well.. &lt;br /&gt;     Anyway, today was kinda outing day, rather i cud say it was waiting day for me. Woke from bed around 8 clock, listening to my mom's usual blessings.. Started up my day with my usual green tea, my maid's sicking breakfast.. Mom and sis got ready for going out.. i wondered how in this world thy cud leave me alone and go for shopping..Thy said it is no way related to me and asked me to stick at home, but i compelled them inviting bad omens.. So, finally we set to go out.. Thought, driving the car by myself wud b a better option than callin for our driver.. Atlas we drove down to Bhima Jewellers.. Mom got her ordered gold bangles delivered.. Then, we headed to Star Bazaar, (Tata's mall)and i stepped into d mall after parking d car.. As soon as i entered, seeing d crowd mom said, its better someone stays near d lobby itself with these gold bangles as it is not safe to purchase monthly groceries with this.. And finally i was tat Someonne.. Thy gave me 100 bucks(for munching something for killing time) in hand, told me to wait just for half na hour.. half an hour, one hour, onen half hour and two hrs atlas.... i finished a black forest cake, Dounut and an ice tea.. Man, felt too bored, though i love watching people, but still it was too bad to sit idle for 2 hrs.. Then, i started feeling like going back home.. On d way while returning, sis plotted a super master plan and asked me to drop mom first at home and lets got for beauty saloon.. Thinking tat, even i can do something to pamper my skin, i thought its a gud idea... i generally stick only to a single saloon, cald "Fa madria" near my house and even my sis used to accomapny.. But this time, she took me to "Body and soul" her slimming and beauty institute.. She went for her regular slimmin session for an hour.,. She meant this as baeuty treatment, i mistook it as facial works..  Hmm,. since she wans me to pick her up, she again made me to sit thr at d lobby for an hour.. While comi back, i had my  ever loving Panipoori.. Tat was my only happy thing tat happened today.. Yup!! i love them so much.. It was 4 clock, wen i enterd home.. then, as usual channel surfing, dinner and now bloging... ; Ends....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-4640267649461785222?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/4640267649461785222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=4640267649461785222&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/4640267649461785222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/4640267649461785222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2008/09/yet-another-day.html' title='YET ANOTHER DAY!!!'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-5598899937110964089</id><published>2008-08-27T11:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T11:55:08.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN U R GONE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/SLWi7N-JLaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hub_ACd8Q8M/s1600-h/Avril-Lavigne-When-Youre-Gone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/SLWi7N-JLaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hub_ACd8Q8M/s200/Avril-Lavigne-When-Youre-Gone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239272879761730978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril is my fave singer and this one song is my ever favourite.. The Lyrics in this r too gud!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You're Gone lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always needed time on my own&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cry&lt;br /&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;And the bed where you lie is made up on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I do reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were made for each other&lt;br /&gt;Out here forever&lt;br /&gt;I know we were, yeah&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted was for you to know&lt;br /&gt;Everything I'd do, I'd give my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me, yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-5598899937110964089?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/5598899937110964089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=5598899937110964089&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/5598899937110964089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/5598899937110964089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-u-r-gone.html' title='WHEN U R GONE!!'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/SLWi7N-JLaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hub_ACd8Q8M/s72-c/Avril-Lavigne-When-Youre-Gone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-7413337731794577545</id><published>2008-08-20T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T03:51:50.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FESTIVAL SEASON</title><content type='html'>After Olympics its again time for us to celebrate, Ganesh Chathurthi. Its my fave festival next to Diwali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U TOOK MY MOUSE AND LADOOS&lt;br /&gt;GIVE IT TO ME BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY!! MUMMY.... MUMMMY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4155/1209/1600/Vinayakar.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4155/1209/1600/Vinayakar.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4155/1209/1600/Vinayakar.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-7413337731794577545?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/7413337731794577545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=7413337731794577545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/7413337731794577545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/7413337731794577545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2008/08/festival-season.html' title='FESTIVAL SEASON'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-3289354468099846706</id><published>2008-07-13T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T10:53:32.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STREAM</title><content type='html'>Huh..... Dono wat to start with, as it been many days i signed into blogger to write something.... Many new things in life kept me moving as a stream of water. To start with, i had lil prob in my eyes and undergone a small operation abt a fortnite back.... Was that a resaon for me to keep away from this machine?? Ney...... I got my eyes operated in Manipal hospital, By Doctor Manoj Mathai Anicatt MBBS, DO, MS, FRCS (UK). He was very gentle, patient frndly and mainly he had great patience to answer by very silly doubts abt the surgery.....Things after the surgery went well and i never had even a small hint of pain in my eyes showing tat, my eyes were operated..... Thanks for d doctor..... Alas, tat week went off as such, in bed, dark room resting, sleeping, doctor post operation consultation.. etc... Next week, as usual, i started feeling bored and bugged again.... So, thought of hunting for some temp jobs so as to occupy myself..... From front office to teacher level, i thought of joining somewere, atleast for free of cost so as to kill time lil usefully........ But i landed up in a gud job as a recuriter associate in an MNC company. Then, i saw Dhasavatharam movie in Lido mall.... Movie was quiet good, stood upto expectation... Than watching the movie, i was rather watchin Kamal's hardwork tats is displayed everywere on the screen..... A small touchy part during the movie session was, screening of our national Anthem b4 and after the movie twice in the theater... Tats really an appreciable duo by Lido officials.... Kudos to them.. Hope, everyone follows the same... Then, life just goes with new places, new pupil around me in office.... Shall update abt my experience thr soon as, i hve worked just 2 days thr, followed by weekend... Things at office r quiet gud and positive.. This now reminds me of the saying, "New Broom Sweeps well"&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. hope it stays new forever.... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-3289354468099846706?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/3289354468099846706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=3289354468099846706&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/3289354468099846706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/3289354468099846706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2008/07/stream.html' title='STREAM'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-1439986281077064208</id><published>2008-06-13T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:46:24.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSGENDERS- Children of lesser Gods</title><content type='html'>Ahem.. Its Friday, the 13th... i just woke up as usual around 9 in the morning. I just felt like writting something in the blog, this (Early morning;)) for 2 reasons, one- i havent logged into ma blog since long and second- wanted to share somethin sentational with u frnds. Yesterday, i went to see my family frnd, who gave birth to a new born baby. The baby was like a new pink rose bud in a venture of blooming.. Lovely.. I was excited to see the baby n so, spent my whole day thr at the hosp. Suddenly i saw 2 transgenders entering d room and was in lil shock cum fear to see them getting in.. It took few seconds to recover for me and got to know the situation tat its Mr Rahul(baby's father) who invited them to bless the baby. It was the time for doctors rounds, so the nurses asked us to sit in the visitors lobby and told tat thy will allow us only after d doctors visit. After ten minutes, Rahul Bhaiyya went out from the lobby to get some medicines and Grandma was almost asleep.. It was just Myself and the 2 Tgns, waiting at the lobby.. My heartbeats started increasing so fast and even i thought of moving from the place as i don want to sit thr alone wit them,but someting made myself to plant thr.. After a deep silence for abt 10 mins, one of the Trans, spoke to me smiling...&lt;br /&gt;T: Hi Betti, wats ur name?&lt;br /&gt;J: Janani..&lt;br /&gt;T: R u scared seeing us??&lt;br /&gt;J: Nope!! y shud i.. u r one among us.. ( actually i was so much, but just told them this , as it wud be the better ans)&lt;br /&gt;T: Wat u doing?? studying??&lt;br /&gt;J: yeah, an Eng graduate.. just finished my Coll..&lt;br /&gt;T: Oh!! gud...&lt;br /&gt;The next question from my side was obviously this one.. Have YOU both studied?? and the reply i got, really made my Mouth Open...&lt;br /&gt;T: yeah i have... I have done MA, Mphil in Pshycology, now doing Phd........ N she Latha, is a writter.. she has published 2 books......&lt;br /&gt;i never ever expected this from them....... She told me after this tat, thy both feel happy to a see young gal accepting them and talking to them normally..( Truly i was not)She then told, abt many bizzaric situations thy both have went thru their life while their education days, How bad people mock at them at each stage, How many sicked them and killed their hearts by words and actions, but still thy both had a determination in heart, tat thy shud continue their education and shud not fall into their community's regular pit workes like begging or sex working.. I was bumped up by their determination.. Though our parents pamper us to make us study , we sulk ourselves for it, but these people , though with lot of wounds by many n also from parents, thy continued too study...So nice of them.... But still thy come for blessing occasions like marriage, house warming, new born etc as thr part time fun and also cas thy need authorization from their community. As we finished speaking this, the nurses announced us abt the end of doctors visit and gave permission to see the baby again.. Thy both danced and blessed the kid and Me. I Actually don belive in this but felt happy to get blessings from a gud hearted deterministic aimful people of this society... So, i think we d new generations atleast shud accept theses children of lesser gods and make them one among us.. The stigma abt them shud be removed and shud save them from ruining their life by forceable cheap works.......... I know this posts gonna shock many as Transgenders always been a sentational topic for discussion, but still its a small exp i got in life with them and so wished to share it with u all...... TC.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-1439986281077064208?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/1439986281077064208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=1439986281077064208&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/1439986281077064208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/1439986281077064208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2008/06/transgenders-children-of-lesser-gods.html' title='TRANSGENDERS- Children of lesser Gods'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-68864233647594338</id><published>2008-05-29T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:45:09.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARADISE LOST!!</title><content type='html'>Atlast i found some time again to drop my thoughts.. Am here at my home settled with my parents after completing a sweet part of life cald College life!! Well, i just thought of tellin u frnds abt few things tat most of us have lost.. Here, my cousins( one 7 yrs and other 9 yrs old) have come home for their summer vacation.. Am the prey for their naughty acts.. Thy play all kinda prank and am the one who gets caught from elders.. ;( But still its quiet enjoyable to run behind them.. Well, yesterday my mom, aunt and my cousins went to circus and zoo and i escaped from this bore dayout plan.. i was really astonished to see my cousins eagerly planning to go to this mere circus and zoo.. Thy were so much excited.. Thy were just looking for this day since thy came here.. When thy returned back, thy gave me a sigh as if it was their best day in life!! I really dono how these lil humans gets contented happiness even with this small issues.. Seeing this, i remember my childhood days, even i go excited and merry for many things like wen my dad plans to take me out, my birthdays, while getting a new dress, new barbie doll, kitchen set.... etc.. These things in my life wud bring utmost happiness and pride in front of my scholar Kindergarden frns... ;) But now i wonder were have all these happiness gone?? Now, if someone asks me wat makes me happy... i really cud not give an absolute answer... Y is this change?? Is this wat cald maturity??......... watever it is, i think, those days which made me feel happy even for a small moments, was the days which i really lived.. As age increased, the happiness within ourselves decreased.. I know most of u frnds while reading this,might even feel the same as me. We grownups r in search of something n have lost our happiness... Dono wat we r searching n whether we got it or not in our life.. It aways remains invisible....&lt;br /&gt;"Happiness is like butterfly, the more u chase the more it flies away from u , wen u leave it free, it sits on ur shoulders"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-68864233647594338?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/68864233647594338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=68864233647594338&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/68864233647594338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/68864233647594338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2008/05/paradise-lost.html' title='PARADISE LOST!!'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-1668155559486551798</id><published>2008-05-25T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T10:47:38.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST SELLING - ARCHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/SDml__dyYHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/hs8D0kdiMT4/s1600-h/img_66851_jefferyarcher_380_450x360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204373363190030450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/SDml__dyYHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/hs8D0kdiMT4/s320/img_66851_jefferyarcher_380_450x360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is good news for all fans of Jeffrey Archer – the best-selling novelist is touring India to promote his later offering A Prisoner of Birth. The life of the man is nearly as colourful as his novels. Archer, a former Member of Parliament also ran a Canadian company called Aquablast and was even gaoled for fraud. "Lots of people have colourful lives. It doesn't mean they can sit down and tell a story," Archer said.&lt;br /&gt;In the Capital to launch A Prisoner of Birth, published by Macmillan, Archer is so overwhelmed by the Indian experience that he is already planning to set his next novel in India.&lt;br /&gt;"After the Indian tour, my wife and I are taking a holiday and then I'm going to write. Possibly that's all I can tell you now that it takes place in India," he revealed.&lt;br /&gt;A Prisoner of Birth and three volumes of A Prison Diary later, it is life behind bars that continues to fascinate the author. “It's the story of a young man who takes his girlfriend for dinner and asks her to marry him, (then) gets involved in a fight that has nothing to do with him,” Archer explained. But more than fascination, it is the pressure to deliver a bigger bestseller each time.&lt;br /&gt;Love him or trash him, you just cannot ignore Lord Jeffrey Archer, whose works have been translated into 32 languages and have sold over 135 million copies.&lt;br /&gt;For those who are new to the writer, this might be the right time to pick up A Prisoner of Birth, which is already a bestseller in India.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-1668155559486551798?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/1668155559486551798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=1668155559486551798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/1668155559486551798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/1668155559486551798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2008/05/best-selling-archer.html' title='BEST SELLING - ARCHER'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/SDml__dyYHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/hs8D0kdiMT4/s72-c/img_66851_jefferyarcher_380_450x360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-4732399863454610077</id><published>2008-05-22T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:15:06.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE WITH A MASK!!</title><content type='html'>I really dono y, this darkness impresses me to pen down my thoughts.. I just wanted to drop down something, but dono wat to write or share with u folks.. Atlast i decided to share one of my recent experiences in life.. Well, my parents n my sis lived in Bang n its me, who is pondering my life at Chennai.. This hapened abt one and half months before.. I went to Bang, for aweekend to visit my family n thr we got a call tat my Grandpa at chennai was damn serious n so, we had to rush to see him.. No trains tickets, no flight tickets n not even a bus ticket we were able to book.. Afterall, this is the great characteristic essence of India... So, we decided to board atrain from bang early morning in an unreserved compartment.. I have never gone in such compartments n had to go forcefully for grandpa's sake.. My only worry was my sis son who is just one yr old.. So many questions raised in my heart... Will he like the place?? To crowded, how ll he sleep in this mess?? Too many pantry cars moving here n thr, will he get air?? By noon, wont he feel too sultry in this hot climate? Etc.. Etc... He used to cry n behave as a fuzzy child even in AC comp n so, i was scared how r we gonna manage this kid in this compartment...&lt;br /&gt;Around, 5 clock morning, somehow by porters cost we got abt 3 seats.. so, myself, mom n sis settled with Pranav(sis kid). I didnt like the people around me cas, none of them wre of gud standard and all were just gaping us like something n tat made me feel uncomfortable.. I generally used to travel atleast a month from chennai to bang n vice versa.. My choice is always Ac, (for chennai's climate) or atleast normal reserved coupe, but Def a big NO to these smaller messy comp.. Travelling in Ac Comp, u can find, so called decent people, never ever care to give even a small smile to the co passenger.. Thy dig up their face into the some crap books or mag or daily paper n then sleep around for hrs with their IPOD's plugged into their ears.. Wen pranav cries their at times, everyone at tat comp gives a look, "y the Hell u people got into this comp n giving such a noise nuisance to us, Plz get down".. None of them cares, even if u miss ur baggage or ticket.. thy give u look as if, all r deaf n dum.. U can clearly see their eagerness to talk n curiosity to know from others abt them n which station thy gonna get down, afterall its human nature.. etc, but their only hindrence is Level n Mask.. People think, talking to strangers wud put them low infron of others.. so, thy control themselves n mask off their faces with a strict paint.. But still i liked tat way n got used to travel only with such people around me..Time slowly passed off n was watching people getting caught from TT for not taking ticket even for this unreserved.. Felt so sick n turned off my face to look out thru window.. Suddenly, i noted a family sitting in front of us.. Thy looked poor.. thy had 2 kids.. Both of them very very cheerful n lively.. Their smile brightened me from my sick feel.. Then, just adjacent to them were a old couple, going on the way to meet their son, there were few others arund us.. This family just took up a food box n thy had barely few idlies tat cud fill their four person's stomach.. Suddenly, the female gave 2 idlies in a clean plate with some chutney to my sis n said, the baby seems to feel hungry.., i can sense tat from his eyes.. y dont u give this food to him??? she was very pleseant n warm while giving us this.. n i cud smell her motherly affection she showed towards pranav.. i felt as if i got a slap on my face.. how sweet, this family was.. Thy had a big heart to share their less food, even to some starngers whom thy saw not even an hr b4.. Here lived God!! Then, i slowly started observing the people around.. Withinn an hour, everyone started talking to their neighbours, pouring out their hearts to them n even listened to others stories.. These 2 kids of my d poor family were on the lap of those old couples n thy were listening to some historic stories tat the old women was telling them... To my surprise, we reached chennai so very soon and our lil kid pranav not even showed any signs of uncomfortableness, infact he enjoyed seeing people doing different antics to him to make him laugh.. Dono how time flew off.. I used to feel like hell during my regular travel in a solitary ambience.. It made me feel tat these people, though thy r poor or uneducated, thy live their life for themselves.. Thy don act for others sake.. No artificiality in them... Very Natural.. No big thoughts abt their Dignity or respect.. nothing.. Thy only knew love n considers everyone as their own folks ... I had a gr8 experience during tat journey... It taught me a lesson tat day," life is beautiful wen u live naturally.. It turns complex wen u add atrificiality to it.. So, simple!";) Now, signing off folks,.. TC...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-4732399863454610077?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/4732399863454610077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=4732399863454610077&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/4732399863454610077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/4732399863454610077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-really-dono-y-this-darkness-impresses.html' title='LIFE WITH A MASK!!'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-7604730738232173046</id><published>2008-05-19T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:01:33.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMALGAM OF EMOTIONS!!</title><content type='html'>Howdy!!&lt;br /&gt;Its around 11 pm, a yet another silent filled night.. The Zen Garden music, by Kokin Gumi, is soothing my mind n soul.. My soul just walks deep into woods, dono, wat it is searching for ?? or wat it needs in life!! Today was the last day of my 4 years of coll days..  We had  ERP semester exam today.. Asual, i kept alarm for 4.30 n woke up around 5.30.. Still, all units remained for revision....i started rushing up the portions n glanced thru.. Anyway, i managed to revise atleast 3 units n catch up the bus to coll around 8 clock..  God !! the bus was damn crowded n irritated me so much bcas of the blasting music of classical old unfamiliar tamil hits in high volume.. Noted two old men around 60's enjoying the songs by tapping their feet. cudn't belived how cud thy enjoy a thing, which really irritated others to the core.. Afterall opinion differs n these might be the duets tat he sung to the neighbour chick, early in his 20's.. (Nostalgia)&lt;br /&gt;   Hmm... then around 9 clock,i got down n reached the canteen, which turns into a study place with energy pills readily available to gulp.. As aroutine, my gang showed strong vision to rock the paper, n thy eventually, kept their powders dry.. Myself, being the all time 50% portion reader, just managed n acted to  raise myself to tthe situation, afterall my only aim was not to leave hope!! Exam started n i just filled up all pages with legible handwritting, tats the only thing i can do.. After exam, my mates gave abad sigh saying, we forgot everything n wrote by our own ideas... Thy tell this everytime, but i wonder y the hell thy study again thorughly for neext exams..?? ;) Then, a feel of emptiness stuck up my throat.. Its time to leave this enjoyable place.. Huh.. This is life.. like, gaurav's song, even i sung the song "Am gonna miss my coll life" to myself n saw a last look of the coll.. Then we frnds went for a lunch.. Had a nice time n returned home with heavy heart.... An untold feel.. Actually, today i expected someone to return back to me in my life.. But just disappointment was gifted.. Anyway, all's for gud!!  My eyelids r just closing automatically.. so, signing off now.. Tc..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-7604730738232173046?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/7604730738232173046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=7604730738232173046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/7604730738232173046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/7604730738232173046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2008/05/amalgam-of-emotions.html' title='AMALGAM OF EMOTIONS!!'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-3261508855080682916</id><published>2008-05-16T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:39:36.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic Notes part2</title><content type='html'>Ah.. Its really easy for me to title these post as i am just updating it with part nos.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, was telling u folks abt the first yr n now its time to tell u guys abt second yr.. We four were together n believe me thr was no day in the coll tat we gals attented all full 8 hrs, we could not, even though we tried so much.. Those Canteen food smell n the Northy guys ramps outside the class wud drag us away from our Lecturers blaberrings.. In second yr, we included few guys also in our gang, need some bodyguards wen u get star category in a place la.. ;) (Kidding)These guys in our gang were awesome, each one had a diff and unique character of their own. Will tell u abt them later. Then, things went off well for me.. Had a gala time everyday at coll. We ourselves enjoyed but never knew tat thr were few orthodoxive gals in our class who really didnt like us going wild like this.. ;) Now i knew this , only from their writtings in my slam book.. I really felt so protective n cosy under my frnds arms during many of my hardships( like senior issue n raggings etc) Yr went off smoothly n our naughty things also scaled up..&lt;br /&gt;Lemme list down my great works during those yrs.. ( Remember, gud frnds don leave u to do all stupid things alone)&lt;br /&gt;*Mr Arun Kumar, took us electricals n electreonis subj.. Though he dislikes our gang for always chatting, one of my frnd had an eye for him.. So, i took a picture of him while he was taking the class, unfortuanately, the flash was ON in the camera.... OMG!! Rest, abt my plight u guys can imagine urselves..&lt;br /&gt;*During German class, have Gone out of the class wen mam trying to impress us by busily talking to other gang in German in order to create interest for them.. Still i remember, only one sentence, for attending full 6 months of class.. ie. "Ich Liebe dich"(i love you)&lt;br /&gt;* Ones we took tickets for a movie, n thought of bunking the noon session class, but unfortunately two of my frnds cud not come out of the class b4 sir entered, we just cooked up stories telling him tat a frnd of mine fainted, the sir turned too emotional n serious n gave phone no of our coll hospi n ambulance. He even gave us his personal no, n asked us to inform the well being of my frnd by evening.. Later, we cald him n told tat the Movie was Suck n better we cud have atteneded ur class......... ) lolz.. These r few strips of things tat stayed in my poor memory.. Lemme pen down abt the next 2 yrs of my coll life in my later post..&lt;br /&gt;Reading my post back again, i myself feel drowsy n sleepy.. So sorry guys..;) Tc..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-3261508855080682916?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/3261508855080682916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=3261508855080682916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/3261508855080682916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/3261508855080682916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2008/05/nostalgic-notes-part2.html' title='Nostalgic Notes part2'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-1658404609508534113</id><published>2008-05-15T23:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:47:44.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjathe!!</title><content type='html'>This is a song which recently took place in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manasukul Manasukul Pudhu malai adikiradhe............ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tUHYm-1S8Q4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tUHYm-1S8Q4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-1658404609508534113?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/1658404609508534113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=1658404609508534113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/1658404609508534113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/1658404609508534113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2008/05/anjathe.html' title='Anjathe!!'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-7702575267255020570</id><published>2008-05-15T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T07:58:02.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic Notes!!</title><content type='html'>Am not at all gud in giving titles, jus as such naming them as i shud not leave the title column blank..&lt;br /&gt;Well, its just yet another sunny day n as usual am jobless, dono wat to do. Most my days end up me thinking wat n how to while away time.. i was surfing thru many videos in Youtube n found my coll( SRM 's Milan culturals video) being uploaded by my one of my frnds..Feeling Nostalgic.. Now am in the verge of final yr n just two more days to end up my coll life.. Many questions arise in my mind.. Wat did i learn in this 4 yrs?? Only engineerin maths, java, c+,#, coding.. etc?? NOOOOOOOO is the answer, have learnt a LOT..... Many new experiences, new feels, new persons, new culture, new methodology., new foods, new.. new.. new.. many.. Think, coll chisled me and shaped me up in a rite way.. First yr, wat to say abt this yr, the coll was entirely new n i knew not even a Watchman or Ayyah b4 entering the campus.. It was as if i was let out in a new planet without anyone to hold me wen i fall off.. But thr happened a twist at tat situation n i met my frnds, whom am close till this sec.. Like our tamil Director Vikraman's movie, we all became very close frnds n started thinking we r the queen of tht planet within a song sequence.. :)Thus, a gang cald Fantastic Four was formed.. (Members: Ani, Divi,Gayu n Janu) First yr went off in a jiffy, n started knowing n talking to few selective guys in the class..&lt;br /&gt;Will continue abt second yr n next 2 yrs in my next post.. Its already noon, n i hve to bath, only then mom ll give me atleast my afternoon lunch..... Tc.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-7702575267255020570?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/7702575267255020570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=7702575267255020570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/7702575267255020570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/7702575267255020570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2008/05/nostalgic-notes.html' title='Nostalgic Notes!!'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-3103886103458653067</id><published>2008-04-18T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T06:14:23.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Navratan Korma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/SAiekC22fTI/AAAAAAAAACs/cAo-ZPOi9ik/s1600-h/navratan-korma1-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/SAiekC22fTI/AAAAAAAAACs/cAo-ZPOi9ik/s320/navratan-korma1-full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190572912623910194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;• 100 gm fried Paneer &lt;br /&gt;• 3 Tomatoes &lt;br /&gt;• 3 Onions &lt;br /&gt;• 1 cup Milk &lt;br /&gt;• 4 tbsp Ghee &lt;br /&gt;• Salt to taste &lt;br /&gt;• 3 tbsp fresh Cream &lt;br /&gt;• 1 tsp Garam Masala &lt;br /&gt;• 1½ tsp Chilli powder &lt;br /&gt;• ½ tsp Turmeric powder &lt;br /&gt;• 2 tsp Coriander powder &lt;br /&gt;• 1 tsp Ginger-Garlic paste &lt;br /&gt;• 2 cups mixed boiled Vegetables &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method:&lt;br /&gt;1. Grate the onions. &lt;br /&gt;2. Put the tomatoes in hot water. After 10 minutes take off the skin and chop. &lt;br /&gt;3. Heat the ghee in a vessel and fry the onions for a few minutes. &lt;br /&gt;4. Add the ginger and garlic paste and fry for half a minute. &lt;br /&gt;5. Add the chopped tomatoes, turmeric powder, coriander powder, chili powder, garam masala and salt. Fry for at least 3 to 4 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;6. Add the boiled vegetables, milk, cream and fried paneer pieces. &lt;br /&gt;7. Cook for a few minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-3103886103458653067?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/3103886103458653067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=3103886103458653067&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/3103886103458653067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/3103886103458653067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2008/04/navratan-korma.html' title='Navratan Korma'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/SAiekC22fTI/AAAAAAAAACs/cAo-ZPOi9ik/s72-c/navratan-korma1-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-4621383207227295719</id><published>2008-04-18T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T05:56:21.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VICTORY!!</title><content type='html'>I feared being alone&lt;br /&gt;Until I learned to like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared failure until I realized&lt;br /&gt;That I only failed when I don not try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared success until I realized that I had&lt;br /&gt;To try in order to be happy with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared people's opinions until I learned&lt;br /&gt;That people would have opinions about me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared rejection&lt;br /&gt;Until I learned to have faith in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared pain until &lt;br /&gt;I saw the ugliness of lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared life until&lt;br /&gt;I experienced its beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared death until I realized&lt;br /&gt;That it is not an end. But a beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared my destiny until I realized&lt;br /&gt;That I had the power to change my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared hatred until I saw&lt;br /&gt;That it was nothing but ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared ridicule until&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to laugh at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared growing old until&lt;br /&gt;I realized that life just kept getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared the past until&lt;br /&gt;I realized that it could no longer hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared the dark until&lt;br /&gt;I saw the beauty of the starlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared the light until&lt;br /&gt;I learned that the truth would give me strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared change until I saw&lt;br /&gt;That even the most beautiful butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Had to undergo a metamorphosis&lt;br /&gt;Before it could fly?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to take your mission in life to the next level,&lt;br /&gt;If you?re stuck and you don?t know how to rise,&lt;br /&gt;Don?t look outside yourself, look inside?.&lt;br /&gt;Don?t let your fears keep you mired in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abolish your fears and raise your commitment level&lt;br /&gt;To the point of no return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Champion within will burst forth&lt;br /&gt;To propel you toward victory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-4621383207227295719?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/4621383207227295719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=4621383207227295719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/4621383207227295719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/4621383207227295719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2008/04/victory.html' title='VICTORY!!'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-2028527439823140720</id><published>2008-04-17T10:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:42:38.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FAV LINES!!</title><content type='html'>the following lines is from the song 'little by little' by Oasis -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the people fight for our existence&lt;br /&gt;We don't claim to be perfect&lt;br /&gt;But we're free&lt;br /&gt;We dream our dreams alone&lt;br /&gt;With no resistance&lt;br /&gt;Fading like the stars we wish to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-2028527439823140720?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/2028527439823140720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=2028527439823140720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/2028527439823140720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/2028527439823140720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-fav-lines.html' title='MY FAV LINES!!'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-8181284965864828337</id><published>2008-04-17T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:36:17.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUANTUM OF SOLACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/SAeKES22fSI/AAAAAAAAACk/2VsJpV-Lfeg/s1600-h/QUANTUM%2BOF%2BSOLACE%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Tech-Training-Schools.org will help you find the right school which meets your educational requirement in IT field. Having education in the best technical school will help you get your career on the track. There are many tech schools and IT programs available these days. If you are in a dilemma to find the best one, it is better for you to visit tech-training-schools.org. There you can read everything you want to know about the different IT programs, it training and the technical schools.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-5051491531493050378?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/5051491531493050378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=5051491531493050378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/5051491531493050378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/5051491531493050378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2008/04/career-in-it-field.html' title='Career in IT field'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-1470085037216229477</id><published>2008-04-17T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:00:37.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSINGS OF MY MIND!!</title><content type='html'>Hellos! Friends. After much deliberation on contemplation of writing and launching my blog …..tadaddadada it’s finally here. I, Pink's heart proudly present to you this blog “The Musings of my Mind”. My thoughts, after lying for ages in the musty pages of my mind have finally decided to go public. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Musings of my Mind” comprises of some old and some new thoughts…just random thought, stories or poems or any nonsense that just comes to my idle mind. I have been enjoying writing stuff for years now and I hope you have good fun reading it as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-1470085037216229477?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/1470085037216229477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=1470085037216229477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/1470085037216229477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/1470085037216229477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2008/04/musings-of-idle-mind.html' title='MUSINGS OF MY MIND!!'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-1218252358065209963</id><published>2008-04-03T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T10:50:44.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A REAL INDIAN PRODIGY</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5phDlQIOfls&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5phDlQIOfls&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-1218252358065209963?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/1218252358065209963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=1218252358065209963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/1218252358065209963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/1218252358065209963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='A REAL INDIAN PRODIGY'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-4871064748333470961</id><published>2008-03-25T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:31:27.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COLL LIFE!!</title><content type='html'>Oneside love&lt;br /&gt;silent mode moblies,&lt;br /&gt;canteen treats,&lt;br /&gt;bus stand comedies,&lt;br /&gt;college figures n fishes sights,&lt;br /&gt;Free time+ anytime kadalai,&lt;br /&gt;escape from seminars,&lt;br /&gt;drawings on th black board,&lt;br /&gt;Bore class lectures,&lt;br /&gt;Last period fun,&lt;br /&gt;Lunch break, interval galatas,&lt;br /&gt;Birthday bumps,&lt;br /&gt;tours,&lt;br /&gt;Semester results fever,&lt;br /&gt;Colourful dressings,&lt;br /&gt;Internal marks problems,&lt;br /&gt;Silly fights... etc,.. these r few cherishable things tat coll has given me.. Will upload more, wen i get to remember..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-4871064748333470961?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/4871064748333470961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=4871064748333470961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/4871064748333470961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/4871064748333470961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2008/03/coll-life.html' title='COLL LIFE!!'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-6104206752115631583</id><published>2008-03-23T20:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:51:57.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holi from TCS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/R-clHlkDkmI/AAAAAAAAABA/lN_ovAlDVvA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181150708585697890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/R-clHlkDkmI/AAAAAAAAABA/lN_ovAlDVvA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my first email from TCS, after i got recruited.. Its from ILP Support Recruitment Helpdesk Tata Consultancy ServicesToll-free :- 1800-22-0100Mailto: ilp.support@tcs.comWebsite: &lt;a href="http://www.tcs.com/"&gt;http://www.tcs.com&lt;/a&gt;. So, now am an offical Employee of TCS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-6104206752115631583?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/6104206752115631583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=6104206752115631583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/6104206752115631583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/6104206752115631583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-my-first-email-from-tcs-after-i.html' title='Happy Holi from TCS!!'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/R-clHlkDkmI/AAAAAAAAABA/lN_ovAlDVvA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-673427395787613665</id><published>2008-03-23T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:47:42.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think otherside!!</title><content type='html'>The train has started moving. It is packed with people of all ages, mostly with the working men and women and young college guys and gals. Near the window, seated a old man with his 30 year old son. As the train moves by, the son is overwhelmed with joy as he was thrilled with the scenory outside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      " See dad, the scenory of green trees moving away is very beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This behaviour from a thirty year old son made the other people feel strange about him. Every one started murmuring something or other about this son."This guy seems to be a krack.." newly married Anup whispered to his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Suddenly it started raining... Rain drops fell on the travellers through the opened window. The Thirty year old son , filled with  joy " see dad, how beautiful the rain is .."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Anup's wife got irritated with the rain drops spoiling her new suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Anup ," cant you see its raining, you old man, if ur son is not feeling well get him soon to a mental asylum..and dont disturb public henceforth"   &lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man hesitated first and then in a low tone replied " we are on the way back from hospital, my son got discharged today morning , he was a blind by birth,last week only he got his vision,  these rain and nature are new to his eyes.. Please forgive us for the inconvenience caused..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-673427395787613665?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/673427395787613665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=673427395787613665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/673427395787613665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/673427395787613665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2008/03/think-otherside.html' title='Think otherside!!'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-160652966419867508</id><published>2008-03-13T11:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T11:28:25.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE struck.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/R9lyQIZhuZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/amltwgxmUqg/s1600-h/38929583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177294868097120658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/R9lyQIZhuZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/amltwgxmUqg/s320/38929583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is a divine sick!! Do u think, all people who fall in love are ruled by heart?? Nope.. Love jus blindfoldes our feel for the entire life n this darkness is felt as pleasure by many of us.. Love at rite time, at rite age n with rite person turns a desert into garden, if not its consequences r high enogh to ruin our life…………&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-160652966419867508?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/160652966419867508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=160652966419867508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/160652966419867508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/160652966419867508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-struck_13.html' title='LOVE struck.............'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_laD8UE4XGqY/R9lyQIZhuZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/amltwgxmUqg/s72-c/38929583.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028382814843859395.post-7395540773767703958</id><published>2008-03-13T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T11:23:02.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screen cleaning!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.linein.org/media/screenclean.swf"&gt;http://www.linein.org/media/screenclean.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great way to clean up our screen!! Try out dudes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028382814843859395-7395540773767703958?l=pinkzfeel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/feeds/7395540773767703958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028382814843859395&amp;postID=7395540773767703958&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/7395540773767703958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028382814843859395/posts/default/7395540773767703958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkzfeel.blogspot.com/2008/03/screen-cleaning.html' title='Screen cleaning!!'/><author><name>Chindu's biography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534853388815638172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMHOmyUsjmc/Tk34Vf1MQEI/AAAAAAAAJiU/9rITnE91Kt8/s220/Slide%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
