tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379683792024-03-13T03:50:04.155+05:30Me, myself and my scribblings..Archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02156457114623523307noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37968379.post-63839147780001283202015-03-04T09:45:00.000+05:302015-03-17T06:43:10.673+05:30Review - Dynamic down and out wall mount<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Disclaimer: I am doing this review to get a rebate of a $100. But the review given here is an unbiased feedback since I get the money anyway- positive or negative feedback.<br />
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I have a pinched nerve in my neck and i need to be very careful with the way i position my neck/head. The only place we could wall mount our tv was on top of the fireplace and it did not help with my neck.<br />
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Dynamic down and out wall mount helps providing an ergonomic solution to our problem.<br />
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Pros:<br />
1. You can move it down or swivel it.<br />
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2. The tension can be adjusted so it is very easy to bring the TV down and lift backup.<br />
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There is a white plated attachment that covers the wall mount. It can be
painted to your wall color so the hardware does not destroy the home
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4. There are several holes in the wall mount to attach to the wall - you will find a stud to drill a hole.<br />
5. There is a wall mount template on the website that you can print out, which makes it easy to drill holes.<br />
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Cons:<br />
1. Installation. It needs a little extra hard work to get the wall mount up. You might need help from people.<br />
2. Adjusting the counter balance is most essential. It is set to the maximum tension from the factory.<br />
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Our down and out mount won't go down completely because our fireplace mantel extends 14.5" from the wall. It only goes down 23" instead of the 32" as you see on the website, this is something I did not anticipate. It is not exactly eye level but better than before.<br />
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4. It is costly. You can get a LED 55 inch TV for the cost from costco.<br />
5. The white plastic they provided was broken out of the box, but I didn't care. They need to do a better job at quality control. <br />
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Archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02156457114623523307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37968379.post-13617753173861164412014-07-22T00:03:00.001+05:302014-07-22T00:17:39.826+05:30Mannerless or just plain relieved? <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So a Sr.Manager in a respectable company Mr.X shared his office room with another Asian manager who reports to him. Whenever fellow Asians come to talk to this particular Asian manager they seem to speak in mandarin which is their mother tongue. Mr.X thinks they are 'mannerless' for doing that.<br />
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I could not share my entire thoughts obviously at the time - did I not start with his title? So no. I did not ask if he thought he was 'well-mannered' calling a fellow employee 'ill-mannered' to others behind their back. <br />
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Most Americans speak only one language - English, sorry 'American' English. And they might not be able to understand this because of it.<br />
Imagine going to China and working everyday for the rest of your life. You will need a dictionary to learn to translate every word you know to Mandarin to be able to communicate your thoughts.<br />
After a while, you will learn the language. You will be able to speak the language. But in your head you will still be translating every word you want to say (from English) to Mandarin. The words that sound in your head will be English. The words that have to come out from your mouth have to be in Mandarin. Every second of every day. For the rest of your life. If you want the tiniest bit of human contact, if you have to communicate - you have to depend only on your mental dictionary/translator.<br />
And then one day years later, you happen to meet a fellow 'American' in your office pantry. You will be so thrilled that you can connect to what little you have left of your culture and the memories of your homeland. You will not be translating at the point. You will be able to communicate your thoughts so freely - it will bring you joy. Almost like you were in your own town even if you were not. You will feel a friendly bond with this stranger almost instantly.<br />
Are you thinking about being mannerless at this point that you could connect with your culture in the least tiny bit possible or are you just plain relieved with joy?<br />
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P.S: This was not meant in any way as a racial post. It so happens that the characters I am talking about are who they are. This in no way is meant to hurt anyone in any way. I just hope that people who read this will be able to learn to respect people from other cultures and speaking other languages. Sometimes we just need to realize that everything that happens in this world is not about us and that we share this world with a lot of different people. 'Different' yes. But just as bit human as you. That is all. </div>
Archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02156457114623523307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37968379.post-65697555811408597822014-07-21T23:06:00.000+05:302014-07-22T00:21:12.198+05:30A coward or a thief?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I guess plagiarism is something that we as Indians do not understand or even consider it as a crime, forget crime, even a noteworthy topic. Day in and day out we buy fake books from bookstores knowing fully well they are not giving us the original - they just make photocopies and huge profit. But we still buy them because it is cheaper for us. We do not care about the author who poured his heart and soul into the book and hoped he could make a living off it - only to realize he aint seeing a dime. <br />
We use fake licenses to software. We buy fake dvd's. We just dont care. This is our society.<br />
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We read research works of a lot of people. Sometimes to save ourselves we copy lines here and there and make a paper and submit as our own work. I know people who just copy other people's hardwork and call it their own. Shameless. Is it their fault for not being taught values right and for being born in a society that just does not care?<br />
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We cant seem to even write our thoughts and experiences as our own without them being stolen. I was trying to search for my blog titled 'nanagu kannada gothappa' and landed on another person's blog post.<br />
Original post of mine: <br />
Posted 2007:<br />
http://archana-adreamer.blogspot.com/2007/12/nanagu-kannada-gothappa.html<br />
The post I ended up reading: <br />
Posted 2011:<br />
http://blog.masthmysore.com/2011/12/29/nanagu-kannada-gothappa/<br />
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I mean come on - not even a title change? Ctrl+H and Replace Bangalore with Mysore?<br />
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Am sure he did not think he was stealing someone's thoughts, experiences or ideas. He just thought it was a funny article and wanted to get some appreciation from his friends. <br />
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And then I realized - I did a similar thing. I was all eager and learning about blogging a long time ago. It was a newly acquired fascination inspired by a good friend of mine - Gayathri alias DG.<br />
I used to read her blogs and I liked or admired her work so much that she inspired me to write my own.<br />
There was one of article of hers that I read and loved a lot and I chose to take an idea of hers and make it my own. The outcome i think was:<br />
http://archana-adreamer.blogspot.com/2006/12/get-up-got-work.html<br />
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I think DG's article was written in a more hourly pieces - I dont recall and I dont have access to the piece either so you'd be able to compare.(Am not sure if she blocked me because I did this). The only thing i picked from her piece was the 'routine' idea - the rest was all my experiences. And yet, she called me over the phone and asked me if I had written an article based off of hers. I do not recall my response at the straightforward question. My intention was not to have stolen her idea. And yet i dont know if I apologized to her for it back then. I was probably a coward then for fear I might lose a great friendship over a silly detail - as silly as this? Or is it really silly?<br />
DG : I apologize sincerely if you felt I stole a piece of you. It was never my intention. I was just trying to sound as cool as you back then :) However silly and stupid my actions sound to me reading this. I am ashamed. I know you probably have forgotten all about this and this is the last thing on your mind right now. <br />
My purpose of this article is for telling this out loud to the world - it does not make sense to privately apologize to you when I publicly used your idea. I just wish I could post your link as reference for every one to read as well and appreciate what a good writer you are. <br />
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I should thank the Mysore guy for inspiring me to write this post. Afterall, without his article I might have stayed a coward forever. I choose not to be either - a coward or a thief.<br />
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Archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02156457114623523307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37968379.post-81178389763923027192013-04-25T11:13:00.000+05:302013-04-25T11:13:36.268+05:30Manpreet and Naina<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Had to post this video. Good lord these 2 girls rock!!<br />
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Archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02156457114623523307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37968379.post-42862110658963250502012-04-21T02:22:00.001+05:302012-04-21T02:22:38.589+05:30Its all about Hunger Games<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Somehow i can associate myself very clearly to the boy who plays from District 12 along with the 'lead character'. The chosen ones in the movie have to sit through an interview process, make people like them, and then enter a "kill zone" where people are waiting and watching... for you to make a small mistake and get killed.<br />
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Well life today feels exactly like that. Am trying to change teams and have the whole interview process setup. So it feels like I have to groom myself and impress people, only to get killed afterward. If I make it after the interview, I ll be in the kill zone. If i dont make it, I will be in the "humiliated" zone with people gloating at my plight. I totally feel like that boy... knowing fully well that death awaits you and yet hoping... for some miracle to save you. Hope!<br />
Let the Hunger Games begin!!!</div>Archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02156457114623523307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37968379.post-10550388761970286412010-12-17T03:15:00.000+05:302010-12-17T03:17:04.555+05:30Immigrants!!Your car is Japanese.<div>Your Vodka is Russian.</div><div>Your pizza is Italian.</div><div>Your kebab is Turkish.</div><div>Your democracy is Greek.</div><div>Your coffee is Brazilian.</div><div>Your movies are American.</div><div>Your diamonds are African.</div><div>Your tea is Kenyan.</div><div>Your shirt is Indian.</div><div>Your oil is Saudi Arabian.</div><div>Your electronics are Chinese.</div><div>Your numbers Arabic, </div><div>Your letters Latin.</div><div>& you complain that your neighbour is an immigrant?</div><div>Get it together!</div>Archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02156457114623523307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37968379.post-2554158007057574732010-09-19T02:02:00.000+05:302015-03-17T06:59:38.762+05:30Who is the winner?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02156457114623523307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37968379.post-25637899154512642442010-08-29T22:50:00.003+05:302010-08-29T23:14:40.180+05:30Its called 'Being a MANAGER'!<div style="text-align: justify;">I guess you just have to assign a title called 'Manager' to a person. By default everyone will start hating this person - whether or not he/she deserves all the hatred. Follow the unwritten rule to blame the manager as the evil doer.<br /><br />I experienced this recently. I interned for a short period in a small company. My job was to gather 'reasonable' requirements from a client. Get the necessary development done and tested by a small team. You could call it a 'manager' role.<br /><br />An alpha delivery to client happened. It had its own faults and 'bugs' like any other 'software product' in this whole wide world.<br />The client was disappointed with us (meaning me - because they see only 'me' and another 'boss' of mine who decides and says yes or no to a requirement ) for not having delivered the 'promised' items in the 'promised' fashion. (Dont forget - my 'boss' makes the 'unreasonable' promises - I have pointed fingers too - the UNWRITTEN RULE).<br />The team hated (hatred could be an over-statement - or is it?) me for 'unreasonable' requirements and expectations (which was again because of my 'boss' not drawing the line with requirements).<br />Irony - none of this was directly (or even indirectly) my fault. Still I just had to sit there and take the heat from both ends. I guess its just called 'Being a Manager'!.<br /><br /></div>Archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02156457114623523307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37968379.post-82409374052317583822009-10-18T08:36:00.004+05:302009-10-18T09:04:22.537+05:30What is wrong with us?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ZXlUa5hUBU/StqK9sw_IJI/AAAAAAAACeQ/RbEfdUaGnWg/s1600-h/raindance.jpg"><img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ZXlUa5hUBU/StqK9sw_IJI/AAAAAAAACeQ/RbEfdUaGnWg/s320/raindance.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393776296322867346" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I remember Shahid Kapoor in Jab we met saying: 'What is wrong with me, mein kaise bhool saktha' and then, in his own cute way, he would reach for his guitar, to play one of my favorite musical score. So Cute :) </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Oops... Coming back to the writing before my thoughts trail away... :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">All of us seem to be just too busy with our own daily routines. The world is fiercely running a race, and we blindly follow, not knowing where the destination is. We just run. We have goals to achieve and dreams to fulfill. We stop at nothing to get things done. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In all this madness, do remember that its just one life. Live it to make yourself happy. Life is short. Make it sweet. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sit back and enjoy a cup of coffee. Stand in the porch and enjoy the drizzle. If you dare to, walk upto to your terrace and feel light. Embrace the child in you once in a while. Laugh a lot. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dont forget to hug your loved ones every day. Be yourself. Dont pretend or hide your emotions. Why waste it in anger when you can forget it and be happy. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What is wrong with us? Why do we all choose to strive hard and make our lives miserable, when there is such an easy way to be happy? </div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aur aap sochenge.... Is ko kya hogaya. Yeh sudregi nahin :) hee hee...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div>Archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02156457114623523307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37968379.post-57286552749826729012009-05-17T10:00:00.010+05:302009-05-25T08:22:07.708+05:30Did you know this about 'The Happy Birthday' Song?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ZXlUa5hUBU/Sg-dPIC21kI/AAAAAAAACTQ/MJlNfqiYQLA/s1600-h/happy_birthday_06.jpg"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ZXlUa5hUBU/Sg-dPIC21kI/AAAAAAAACTQ/MJlNfqiYQLA/s320/happy_birthday_06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336656966640391746" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Some facts about ' The Happy Birthday' song:<br /></div><div><div><ol><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It is the most sung English Song according to the Guinness Book of World records.<br /></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Its melody is after </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Good Morning to All</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">", which was written and composed by </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States" title="United States" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">American</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> sisters </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patty_Hill" title="Patty Hill" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Patty Hill</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> and </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mildred_J._Hill" title="Mildred J. Hill" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Mildred J. Hill</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> in </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1893" title="1893" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">1893</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The Summy Company registered for copyright in </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1935" title="1935" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">1935</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, crediting authors </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Preston_Ware_Orem" title="Preston Ware Orem" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Preston Ware Orem</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> and Mrs. R.R. Forman. In </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1990" title="1990" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">1990</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warner/Chappell_Music" title="Warner/Chappell Music" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Warner Chappell</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> purchased the company owning the copyright for US$15 million, with the value of "Happy Birthday" estimated at US$5 million.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Based on the 1935 copyright registration, Warner claims that </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_of_America" title="United States of America" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">U.S.</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> copyright won't expire until 2030, and that unauthorized public performances of the song are technically illegal unless royalties are paid to it.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The documentary film </span><i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Corporation" title="The Corporation" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The Corporation</span></span></a></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> claims that Warner/Chappell charges up to US$10,000 for the song to appear in a film.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Walt_Disney_Company" title="The Walt Disney Company" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The Walt Disney Company</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> paid the copyright holder US$5,000 to use the song in the birthday scene of the defunct </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epcot" title="Epcot" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Epcot</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> attraction </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horizons_(Epcot_attraction)" title="Horizons (Epcot attraction)" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Horizons</span></span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></li></ol><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">For more information, click </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Happy_Birthday_to_You"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">here</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.</span><br /></div></span></div></div>Archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02156457114623523307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37968379.post-68775299340763642252009-05-17T09:29:00.005+05:302009-05-25T08:22:43.394+05:30Angels and Demons<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ZXlUa5hUBU/Sg-NtOFAxzI/AAAAAAAACSw/k7r225aACvw/s1600-h/ang_dem.jpg"><img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ZXlUa5hUBU/Sg-NtOFAxzI/AAAAAAAACSw/k7r225aACvw/s320/ang_dem.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336639891470075698" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ZXlUa5hUBU/Sg-N1voiCiI/AAAAAAAACS4/K2WFtxGoCf8/s320/angels_and_demons.jpg" style="text-align: justify;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336640037916379682" /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Am always the book fan. I personally liked Angels and Demons better than Da Vinci code, when i read it. But when it came to movies, it was vice versa. I felt Angels and Demons movie was kind of a let down to the book. But one has to agree that it is quite difficult to bring in all the details to the word on a screenplay. For the first timers, you might enjoy the thrilling murders and some unusual facts about the papacy. Not sure if its worth a theatre visit though. </div>Archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02156457114623523307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37968379.post-18341419008241382772009-05-17T09:24:00.003+05:302009-05-17T09:29:08.928+05:30Two sides to the same coin<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"><p align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I wrote this article for a job application. Wanted to keep a copy of it. Do not get bored reading it :) <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 18px; "></span></span></span></p><p align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 18px; ">“I am so tired of these movie-makers not having an originality and just copying someone else’s idea.”</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify; "><i><span style=" line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Are you kidding me? No one can ever make a better version of that book!!”</span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: justify; "><i><span style=" line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-Reviews from blogs on movies.</span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: justify; "><span style=" line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This article is a tribute to those book-writers who could see beyond the horizon and to those movie makers who created marvels based on such books. It is in appreciation of all the creative minds that have carved a niche in the field of entertainment.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify; "><span style=" line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Whenever there is a new movie to be released based on a famous book, I hear staunch book-lovers cribbing about ‘missing details’ with the movie. With every movie there will invariably be an exponential growth in the number of the fanatic readers who cannot digest with important twists taken in a ‘not-so-satisfactory’ style. The reason for this is the power of imagination. Human minds imagine even minute detail from a book and interpret them differently. I should say that this is the biased and prejudiced crowd that is not open to new creativity.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify; "><span style=" line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Some of the very famous movies have been based on famous books. The Godfather, The Harry Potter series, Jurassic Park, The Da Vinci Code, Angels and Demons- </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">to name a few. One cannot deny the fact that these movies have indeed made a difference to the film industry. It is one thing to originally write a novel, and it is another to try and bring out the story in an unspoiled way and to keep the crowd always at the edge of its seat. To bring out an entire book with all the details in one and half hours is a talent and one which each of us should not fail to appreciate. In fact, the reason why authors let movie makers use their story, is because, it is another way of publicizing their work. This would only increase their fame, fans and revenue. As long as there is controversy, there is publicity.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify; "><span style=" line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There will always be critics who need more to anything – for such people, anything they get is never enough. I can only say one thing: ‘Have an open mind. You will probably learn to appreciate them all’.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify; "><span style=" line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></p></span>Archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02156457114623523307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37968379.post-64094931179940495112009-03-06T10:25:00.003+05:302009-03-06T10:37:11.238+05:30The lonely soul..The only 3 important 'living' beings that keep you company:<br /><br />1. Your mobile<br />2. Laptop<br />3. and..... A Car!!<br /><br />The lonely soul will die without them!!<br /><br />P.S: I intentionally mentioned the word 'living' because, all of the above definitely seem to communicate with you and hence keep you company - in their own modest ways.Archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02156457114623523307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37968379.post-59529451575403286382009-03-06T01:19:00.011+05:302010-08-29T11:34:31.850+05:30The Foreigner!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ZXlUa5hUBU/SbBzvi_6ArI/AAAAAAAACQo/jUJGZ15brds/s1600-h/FemaleSilhouette.jpg"><img style="text-align: justify; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ZXlUa5hUBU/SbBzvi_6ArI/AAAAAAAACQo/jUJGZ15brds/s320/FemaleSilhouette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309871221355709106" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Almost everyone i know, including me, have a fancy for going 'abroad'.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It started with shopping for clothing, appropriate to the seasons and went on into buying utensils and supplies for the kitchen.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The next fancy is to set foot onto the 'airplane' and check out the air-hostess serving you 'free' food and watching the so-called 'luxury' mini-tv in front of you. But only when you end up sitting in the same position for 36 to 48 hours, in may be different flights or different airports, running with 2 or 3 baggages to terminals, it sinks into you that your actually 'travelling' and that you might not end up seeing your family for a very long time. Soon, the very thought of an airplane will give you a sickening feeling in the stomach. It could be because of the travel or the dehydration you might get or your biological clock being affected.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I miss the pleasant evenings that you dont normally cherish or appreciate in your homeland. The sun shines BRIGHT till night 10 o clock. By the time you realise it was an 'evening', its already night.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I hardly see a soul walking on the streets. Every Tom, Dick and Harry seems to have a car. If you depend on the local transport, for a 2 mile journey, you might have to change 3 buses. The actual bus travel might be 5 minutes. But the wait time during transit between buses would be even an hour. So Target and Walmart end up being your only visiting spots. Not to mention that a trip to the Indian stores might be a 'picnic'. Your bound to spend at least 7 hours (3 hours in the bus, 1 hour in the shop, 3 hours to return!) to shop for maggi noodles!<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You end up paying Rs 175 ($3.25) for a samosa chat or pani puri. I remember fighting to the way-side guy selling pani puris. Some may give only 6 puris for Rs 10. I always fight for my 7th 'rightful' puri invariably. Else the 6 puris wont get to digest peacefully!<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You learn the concept of 'right' while driving - to unlearn and learn driving; to follow the rules; not to mention, to learn to 'trust' another soul driving on the next lane!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I remember having a conversation with a friend of mine sometime back. I had the habit of calling any white guy i see a 'foreigner' back in India. The habit followed. I saw a lady sip a cup of the 'Starbucks' coffee and I started the sentence with 'That foreigner', but i never got to finish that sentence. My friend corrected me immediately: 'Your the foreigner here young lady, its their homeland now'. Only then did it actually sink into me that its not 'MY' homeland anymore! Imagine living entirely in another man's house, whom you dont even know. The nauseating feeling in my stomach followed! GULP!!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">'Am a foreigner!'<br /></div>Archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02156457114623523307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37968379.post-22936752839825674652008-12-04T08:11:00.008+05:302009-02-21T06:45:14.662+05:30Best memories EVER ;)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ZXlUa5hUBU/STdNLKbXlQI/AAAAAAAAB-s/jbBR_nKpCQQ/s1600-h/pravs-j-hold-on-to-friendship.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ZXlUa5hUBU/STdNLKbXlQI/AAAAAAAAB-s/jbBR_nKpCQQ/s320/pravs-j-hold-on-to-friendship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275770342660871426" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is an offering in memory of the pleasant times i had with you folks. Thanks for being there :) Your special presence in my life has really made a difference :)<br />Kudos to our friendship :)<br /><br /><b>Charu</b>: Singing away to glory with you .. It was really adorable :) Am gonna miss your sweet smile tat makes my heart really jump with joy :) Watching you dance. The extreme pleasure of getting to tease Srini Jeeni and rock his zindagi with u ;) All the bulbs that you gave me!! always !!! Oh n the title of 'humorous gal" :)<br /><br /><b>DG: </b>Any time i could call you bitch to my hearts content :D<br />Watching Samudram movie with you!! he he<br />Its a great thing to not be able to meet n yet maintain this rapport with the few times we get to chit chat ;) love you buddy( i dont believe i just said tat!@) ... for being there and 'still' being my friend ;) he he<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Muru:</span> The night we sat in the pavement of MG Road and listened to 'enna idu', watching the ads of house prices displayed on Barton Center. The times we spent in Java city having coffee and listening to Jazz music :) The times we spent admiring Hema :) The night at Leela palace and the '<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">serious</span>' dance at Taika/Hema's home :) I just simply love cooking for you!!! The lost chit chats that you always said you understood even if you didnt (inorder to get me to shut up :d ) Those dosa nights at Andhra mess...!!! Sigh...<br /><br /><b>Nithya: </b>Every min i could dance away in glory with you and feel great about it :) Every min i could chitter putter with you on the phone and in conference calls :) The unbelievable understanding and telepathy of the sickest thoughts ever! Talk non sense n yet be able to laugh :) Think all the na(s)ughty things... say them all n yet feel great :) Dream all the wonderful dreams and be happy as always :d My personal diary ;)<br /><br /><b>Raghu:</b> Yummy garlic breads you brought home to pacify me :d he hee.... Cant ever forget the Churmuri nights/pizza hut / barista nights. Yummy :D Oh n i so love not letting you watch cricket :D just so i could piss you off ;) he he .... I still dont believe you bought a car inspired by 'Don' movie!! The Aaj ki rath and Vishnu Sahasranaama i made you listen to in every car ride! 'My password generator' :) My 'only' hope to learn Solaris and Linux!! That cute smile that ends in your eyes :) Thoongi irunda singathai thatti ezhupiteina ;)<br /><br /><b>Srini:</b> The maggi noodles v ate at night 3 o clock near the swimming pool :) Oh n the cheese cake! Swear never thought u d actually remember :D DANKU sweetums :) The soccer field walks!! :) and your onion rasam!!! :) he he<br /><br /><b>VG kuttiii : </b>Ha ... ha... :) Your having spinach soup? And our trek to kalavarahalli betta n ur cry to save u :D Or your crying to fight with anyone :) n ur cute muzhiki eyes ;) Love them :D i love to go to temple with u... how i miss it :(<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bugs, Sowmy, Santhu and CV: </span>Miss the lazy walks in the 7th Main of BTM and the dirty guys pani puris :) Tissues pls Santhu :) The unbelievably long mail chains, the hogenakkal trip! Bugs surprisingly quick wedding! The walk in the night ;) Happy HOLI celebrations at our home and washing them away like mads :) The bike rides and unwalkable treks!!<br /><br />Just simply LOVE you all :)Archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02156457114623523307noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37968379.post-6926993480617795342008-10-17T11:26:00.006+05:302009-05-10T06:03:04.297+05:30Everybody is free to wear sunscreen!Heard this on the youtube. Fell in love with it. Here it goes.<br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0CVB8YSOLK4&feature=related<br /><br />Ladies and gentleman of the class of 99, wear sunscreen.<br />If i could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.<br />The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists.<br />Whereas the rest of my advice has no other basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.<br />I will dispense this advice now.<br /><br /><br />Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind.<br />You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.<br />But trust me, in twenty yrs you ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you cant grasp now, how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.<br />You are not as fat as you imagined!<br /><br />Dont worry about the future.<br />Or worry that know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra by chewing a bubble gum.<br />The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed<br />your worried mind.<br />The kind that blindsides you at 4 pm on some idle tuesday.<br />Do one thing everyday that <span style="font-style: italic;">SCARES</span> you.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sing.</span><br />Dont be reckless with other peoples hearts.<br />Dont put up with people who re reckless with yours<br />Floss.<br />Dont waste your time on jealousy.<br />Sometimes your ahead.<br />Sometimes your behind<br />The race is long.<br />And in the end its only with <span style="font-style: italic;">YOURSELF</span>!<br /><br />Remember compliments you recieve.<br />Forget the insults.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If you succeed in doing this, tell me how :)</span><br />Keep your old love letters.<br />Throw away your old bank statements.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Stretch.</span><br />Dont feel guilty if you dont know what your gonna do with your life.<br />The most interesting people i know did not know at 22 what they wanted<br />to do with their lives.<br />Some of the most interesting 40 yr olds i know still dont.<br /><br />Get plenty of calcium.<br />Be kind to your knees.<br />You ll miss them when they re gone.<br /><br />May be you ll marry.<br />May be you wont.<br />May be you ll hv children.<br />May be you wont.<br />May be you ll divorce at 40.<br />May be you ll dance the funky chicken at your 75th wedding anniversary<br /><br />Whatever you do dont congratulate yourself too much<br />or berate yourself either.<br />Your choices are half chance.<br />So are everybody else's.<br /><br />Enjoy your body.<br />Use it every way you can.<br />Dont be afraid of it.<br />or what other people think of it.<br />Its the greatest instrument you ll ever own.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Dance.</span><br />Even if you have nowhere to do it but your own living room.<br />Read the directions even if you dont follow them.<br />Do not read beauty magazines they will only make you feel ugly.<br /><br />Brother and sister together we ll make it through.<br />Someday our spirit will take you and guide you there<br />I know you hv been hurting but i hv been waiting to be there for u<br />and i ll be there just helping you out whenever i can.<br /><br /><br />Get to know your parents<br />You never know when they ll be gone for good.<br />Be nice to your siblings.<br />They re the best link to your past.<br />And the people most likely to stick with you in the future.<br />Understand that friends come and go.<br />With a precious few you should hold on.<br />Work hard to bridge the gaps and geography and lifestyle.<br /><br />The older you ll get the more you ll need the people you knew when you were young.<br />Live in new york city once.<br />But leave before it makes you hard.<br />Live in northern california once.<br />But leave before it makes you soft.<br /><br />Travel.<br />Accept certain inaliable truths.<br />Prices will rise.<br />Politicians will flatter.<br />You too will get old.<br />And when you do you fantasize that when you where young,<br />prices were reasonable<br />politicians were noble and children respected their elders.<br />Respect your elders.<br />Dont expect anyone else to support you.<br />May be you ll have a trust fund.<br />May be you ll have a wealthy spouse.<br />But you never know when either one might run out.<br /><br />Never mess too much with your hair.<br />Or by the time your 40 it will look 85.<br />Be careful whose advice you buy.<br />But be patient with those who supply it.<br />Advice the form of nostalgia.<br />Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal wiping it off mating over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than its worth.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> But trust me on the sunscreen!</span><br /><br />Brother and sister together we ll make it through.<br />Someday our spirit will take you and guide you there<br />I know you hv been hurting but i hv been waiting to be there for u<br />and i ll be there just helping you out whenever i can.Archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02156457114623523307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37968379.post-34923119004613527192008-09-21T10:14:00.002+05:302008-09-21T10:23:01.581+05:30Vairamuthu in Iruvar<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">உன்னோடு நான் இருந்த ஒவ்வொரு மணி துளியும்</span></span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">மரண படுக்கையிலும் மறக்காது கண்மணியே </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">தொண்ணூறு நிமிடங்கள் தொட்டணைத்த காலம் தான் </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">எண்ணூறு ஆண்டுகளாய் இதயத்தில் கலங்குதடி</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">பார்வையிலே சில நிமிடம் </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">பயத்தோடு சில நிமிடம்</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">கட்டி அணைத்தபடி கண்ணீரில் சில நிமிடம் </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">இலக்கணமே பாராமல் எல்லா இடங்களிலும்</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">முத்தங்கள் விதைத்த மோகத்தில் சில நிமிடம் </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">உன்னோடு நான் இருந்த ஒவ்வொரு மணி துளியும்</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">மரண படுக்கையிலும் மறக்காது கண்மணியே</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">எது ஞ்யாயம் எது பாவம் இருவருக்கும் தோன்றவில்லை</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">அது இரவா அது பகலா அதை பற்றி அறியவில்லை </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">யார் தொடங்க? யார் முடிக்க? ஒரு வழியும் தோன்றவில்லை</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">இருவருமே தொடங்கிவிட்டோம் இது வரைக்கும் கேள்வி இல்லை </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">அச்சம் களைந்தேன் ஆசையினை நீ அணிந்தாய் </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">ஆடை களைந்தேன் வெட்கத்தினை நீ அணிந்தாய் </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">கண்ட திருக்கோலம் கனவாக மறைந்தாலும் </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">கடைசியில் அழுத கண்ணீர் கையில் இன்னும் ஒட்டுதடி </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">உன்னோடு நான் இருந்த ஒவ்வொரு மணி துளியும் </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">மரண படுக்கையிலும் மறக்காது கண்மணியே !! </span></span></div></div>Archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02156457114623523307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37968379.post-60483922852377481202008-05-05T16:12:00.005+05:302008-05-05T17:06:38.677+05:30Sans doubt...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ZXlUa5hUBU/SB7xObD99GI/AAAAAAAABT8/bzXGzIy0r6w/s1600-h/QuestionMarks.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196856250116994146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ZXlUa5hUBU/SB7xObD99GI/AAAAAAAABT8/bzXGzIy0r6w/s320/QuestionMarks.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>After working in a cocooned service company, its a terror to be left alone in a product company. Every individual lives in his/her own world. Its wierd that i do not even know my neighbours name.<br />Sans help! Sans documents. Sans process. Sans a smiling face :( Sans good food. Sans near-by eat outs. Sans friends. Sans good lunch-mates who do not discuss work while enjoying food. Sans... Sans.... Sans....<br /><br />Sans doubt, the only thing that remains here, in the 'product' world, is the word 'SANS'!!<br /><br />Advice to people: Choose your company and the work well when you jump! Dont ever make rash decisions.</div>Archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02156457114623523307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37968379.post-28676161403393484852007-12-26T16:01:00.000+05:302007-12-26T17:12:13.311+05:30nanagu kannada gothappa :)Those recent immigrants to Bangalore, oops sorry sorry sorry, Bengalooru, should be able to identify with this little tit bit :)<br />To all others who can understand Kannada: Its my pleasure if you had a hearty laugh! :)<br /><br />The first word that you learn when you set your foot in the garden city: Gothilla <span style="font-style: italic;">(meaning 'I dont Know')</span><br />2 weeks: Kannada Gothilla pa!<br /><br />After about 2 to 3 months your vocabulary to the Auto Man builds:<br /><br />Left hogi<br />Right hogi<br />Stop madi<br /><br />6 months? Its high time you started correlating words to your own language and start picking up the meanings. This applies to even food items that you get in the Special 'Sagar' hotels.<br /><br />For example, I learnt that 'bisi' means 'hot', while having 'Bisi Bele Bath'<br /><br />Karnataka is famous for its 'bath' items in the menu card.<br />My resident friends or the typical bengaloorian friends told me that 'Vaangi Bath' was rice made out of 'Brinjal'<br /><br />Comparing, 'bisi bele bath' and 'vaangi bath' on a similar basis, i have come to the conclusion that 'Vaangi' is Kannada for 'Brinjal'.<br /><br />I decided to experiment my new learnt vegetable name in the vegetable shop. Sadly, i had a 'Bengaloorian friend' with me.<br /><br />Me: 'Ardha kg vaangi'<br />Translation according to me: 'Half Kg Brinjal'<br />Bang friend: 'What?'<br /><br />I gave the analogies (GRE'ian me? sil vous plait pardon moi) that I had derived.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Laughters. </span><br />Me: Blank!!!<br /><br />My friend came back to senses after the peals of loud laughter!<br /><br />Bang Friend: Brinjal is 'Badhanae Kaai'! and not VAANGI!!!<br /><br />The next level of innocence:<br /><br />Day 1:<br /><br />Me: Teach me some bad words in Kannada na?<br />Blr Friend: What do you want to know?<br />Me: I will hit you with my slippers?<br />Blr: Chaplili hoduthini<br /><br />Day 2:<br /><br />B friend: Hey remeber the word i taught you yesterday?<br />Me: (finding it difficult to recollect) chaplilllll.... oh yes... chaplil haduthini!!!!!!!!1<br />Bravo!!<br />B friend: Bursts of Laughters....<br />Me: Baffled<br />B friend: haduthini is to sing!!!<br /><br />Derrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.......<br /><br />Heights:<br /><br />Went to a Sagar Hotel and asked for 'Bajji'.<br />Was imagining the spicy mirchi bajjis that you get in the beaches of Chennai! My mouth was watering already!<br />Waiter: Bajji<br />So saying, he placed 2 round ball shaped brown colored items.<br />Me: Hey meinae bajji order kiya. Bonda kaadhu!!<br />(Somehow, every language other than kannada will come into your mouth. Not English or my mother tongue(Tamil), but, Hindi and Telegu!! Irony is my Hindi and Telugu are definitely no better than the Kannada i know. And yet, the language that i need will not come into my mouth when i am desperate)<br />Waiter: Idhae Bajji<br />Friend: Hey dont fight. This is Bajji only. Its the Mangalorian Bajji.<br />So, saying he went rolling into laughter.<br /><br />Well, Karnataka is the only place where you get Bondas when you ask for Bajjis, and its my fault for not knowing that Bonda was Bajji and not Bonda!<br /><br />Some translations:<br /><br />Sambhar = sweet tamarind brown colored liquid<br />Parota = Kerala Parota (as if we dont get in TN?) made of Maida<br />Paratha = stuffed parathas made in Wheat<br /><br />Ever heard of these fat Dosas?<br />Kaali Dosa (Durga matha save us)<br />Cucumber Dosa (Where is Cucumber in it?)<br />Set Dosa<br />Wheat Dosa<br /><br /><br />Today, after 2 and half years of hard work:<br /><br />Me to Auto man: BTM hogbekku<br />Auto: Aivathu rupai aagathae<br />Me: Meter aakki (in a loud commanding fierce tone)<br />Auto guy continues with something in Kannada that i understand. I want to blast him back for his attrocity. Me: Minimum 12 rs aagathae. Aenappa aivathu rupaya?? (In a more 'am ready to fight you' tone!)<br />Auto guy continues. I get the gist: If you want, come. Else leave (not get lost).<br />But then thats all the Kannada I know. So i decide to take another auto that stops right next to me.<br /><br />Me: Right thogolli bhaiyaa<br />Me: Illae stop maadi<br /><br />Office Canteen:<br /><br />Me: Bajji eshtu<br />Waiter: Hanniradu<br />Me: Blank!<br />Waiter:(with a smile) 12<br />Me: (sheepish Smile) :D<br /><br />Some easy words to learn:<br />Anything that starts with 'Pa' in Tamil, will start with 'Ha' in Kannada.<br /><br />For Example:<br /><br />Milk in English= Palu in Tamil = Halu in Kannada<br />Sing in English= Padu in Tamil = Hadu in Kannada<br />Flower in English = Poovu in Tamil = Hoovu in kannada?<br />Go in English = Poga in Tamil = Hogu in kannada<br /><br />How i wish all words in Tamil started with 'Pa'? :)Archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02156457114623523307noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37968379.post-83614799578291272012007-12-08T02:16:00.001+05:302008-05-05T15:55:45.546+05:30Unpredictable tomorrows!!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ZXlUa5hUBU/SB7gkrD99FI/AAAAAAAABT0/RsY1Kk82Olk/s1600-h/design-can-change.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196837940671411282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ZXlUa5hUBU/SB7gkrD99FI/AAAAAAAABT0/RsY1Kk82Olk/s320/design-can-change.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Its a pity we never realise that life can take new paths. What is important today may become silly a few months later. Your best chum who once understood your feelings, emotions, whom you had considered your soul mate, in whose eyes you saw your reflection, may some day become a stranger you recognised with voice, when you happened to meet in a shopping mall- by chance or fate, whatever you may call it. Once a soulmate! Now a stranger!<br />People change. Jobs change. Ideas change. Values change. Friends change. Family(ies) change.<br />If anything at all, i can see only CHANGE is permanent. And we adapt and mould and move along. In this material world, if you can find joy and have a hearty laugh, call up an old friend and have a peaceful chit chat - I d say your the luckiest.<br />Take a break from your schedule. Have a cup of coffee. And just sit and ponder. Sans tension. Just those pleasant careless laughter sounds will remain. And all your pains and miseries and problems will seem like void all of a sudden.<br />Miss you all :) Miss those fun moments in college- cutting class, making noise, getting punished and grounded by HOD, group study, laughter sounds amidst exam tension- those precious 4 years. But to relive those carefree years in your mind- simply a bliss!<br /><br />Thank your friend - for having given me these pleasant memories. Thanks for having been a part of my life. It is a pleasure that our paths have crossed. Thanks to time. And cheers to fond memories!</div>Archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02156457114623523307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37968379.post-48752808727630965282007-05-10T14:59:00.000+05:302007-07-23T14:47:25.876+05:30Is raath ki subah nahin? Part 2I had written about one of the most pleasant memorable night outs <a href="http://archana-adreamer.blogspot.com/2006/12/is-raath-ka-subah-nahin.html">here</a> before...<br /><br />This was something different. One night that saw - a proposal for one.. denial for another.. bachelor party for one.. and jail bars for another..<br /><br />It was the bachelor party for Priya's marraige. Dreams in her eyes, mehndi, bangles, chains, saree, she looked the bride and all set for marriage, melting away in the arms of her man!!<br /><br />It was the night when finally Diya had met the man of her dreams..<br /><br />It was the night when Rathish's dream of marrying Pavithra had been crushed like a castle built in the air..<br /><br />With mixed feelings all friends set out for a walk, to get fresh air at 1.15 am in the night. It was a 5 min walk. But a walk to remember!! A walk that set marks on everyone of their lives forever!!<br /><br />Priya, Preethi, Diya, Rathish and Ranjan were singing songs and walking away in bliss.<br />Music!! The ruffling sounds of leaves against the gentle wind!! Moonlight!! Empty roads!! Street lights!! Stray dogs sleeping by the side of the road!!!<br /><br />Nothing could have been better!!!<br /><br />Fate it seems, had better plans for them !!<br /><br />A jeep came by and stopped in front of them. 10 police officers got down from the jeep and started questioning as to why they were all out. They got nasty cursing the parents for bringing up such irresponsible spoilt brats.<br /><br />The peaceful night had become a night of terror.<br /><br />All that was left was.. Panic!!! Fear!!! The seriousness of such a simple act dawned upon them!!<br /><br />They took away Ranjan into custody. They asked all of them to come to station the next day with their identity cards. And the jeep just disappeared.<br /><br />If the intentions of the police had really been the safety of the girls, one of them should come till their homes to drop them back. Instead they were asked to report the next day??<br /><br />The entire world turned topsy turvy and scary in a matter of 2 minutes!!!<br /><br />Silence.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ZXlUa5hUBU/RkL775GxvuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/m-ft9knIjRM/s1600-h/Jail_Bars.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ZXlUa5hUBU/RkL775GxvuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/m-ft9knIjRM/s320/Jail_Bars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062885937477959394" border="0" /></a><br /><br />They walked back home unsure of what to do. All they had done was to go for a walk. In free India.<br /><br />The great poet Subramania Bharathi said that it was free India only when a girl can walk the roads on the midnight with no fear.<br /><br />Well, 3 girls walked. With no fear. Was that free India? And an arrest for walking on the roads??<br /><br />Silence. Injustice. Frustration. Helplessness.<br /><br />Is raath ki subah nahin??<br /><br />P.S: Ranjan was released with a fine of Rs.600 and kicks from every boot of the officers who crossed him.Archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02156457114623523307noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37968379.post-37526102547141156812007-04-13T16:55:00.000+05:302007-04-25T18:06:31.416+05:30Celebrations :D<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ZXlUa5hUBU/Rh9v5pgrLWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/h4fnW3wnJlo/s1600-h/friendsII.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ZXlUa5hUBU/Rh9v5pgrLWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/h4fnW3wnJlo/s320/friendsII.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052880343119113570" border="0" /></a><br /><p><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><b> Celebration means...... </b><br /><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > Four friends.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > Bahar barsaat.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > Four glasses of beer. </span><br /></div><p><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><b><br /></b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><b><br /><br /><br />Celebration means...... </b></span><br /></div><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > One birthday night</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > All old friends</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > One conference call.</span></div><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><b>Celebration means......</b></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > Hundred bucks of petrol.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > A rusty old bike.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > And an open road. </span><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><b><br />Celebration means...... </b><br /><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > Maggi noodles.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > A hostel room.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > 4.25 a.m. </span><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><b><br />Celebration means...... </b><br /><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > 3 old friends.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > 3 separate cities.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > 3 coffee mugs.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > 1 internet messenger. </span><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><b><br />Celebration means...... </b><br /><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > Rain on a hot tin roof.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > Pakoras deep-frying.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > Neighbours dropping in.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > A party. </span><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><b><br />Celebration means......</b><br /><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > You and mom.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > A summer night.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > A bottle of coconut oil.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > A head massage.</span><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><b>Celebration means......</b><br /><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > Friday evening</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > Work Deadline</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > "What the hell" mood</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > Tea talks</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > One Blog :)</span><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><b>Celebration means......</b><br /><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > 6 old friends</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > one night out</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > college time gossips</span><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><b>Celebration means......</b><br /><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > Credit Card bills</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > Nil Bank Balance.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > Mailer: Hike in salary</span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><b>Celebration means......</b><br /><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > 4 fun friends</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > walk on the road</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > pani poori</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > 1 hot chick to sight</span><br /></div><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" >Celebration means......</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > 4 greatest pals</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > 1 soulmate</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > Money to burn NOW </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > Rocking Life!!</span><br /></div><p><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" > </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > </span></p>Archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02156457114623523307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37968379.post-31935103591881439162007-04-04T12:30:00.001+05:302011-07-23T05:45:01.732+05:30Was Ilayaraja inspired by Jazz?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ZXlUa5hUBU/Rh9xjJgrLXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3puVHA650BI/s1600-h/guitar_hero_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ZXlUa5hUBU/Rh9xjJgrLXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3puVHA650BI/s320/guitar_hero_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052882155595312498" border="0" /></a><br />Have you ever sipped a cup of capacino in a full-fledged bar. Uhuh. Thats sounds just like me :)<br /><br />Saturday Night. Java City (a bar near brigade road where they play live jazz music)<br /><br />I saw some artisans and music lovers enjoy the live Jazz.<br /><br />Most of the girls there were boozing and fagging.<br /><br />I watched with silence. Observed everyone around me. And enjoyed my cup of coffee.<br /><br />Stranger in the night. Beethoven. Jazz. Jazz.. and more Jazz.<br /><br />The guitar and piano was so Ilayaraja's music. I wonder if his music was "inspired" by Jazz of the 70's.<br /><br />Here is the interesting proof: www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8Yi6ITZtHg<br />The first song is so much like Mouna Ragam Title track, dont you think?<br /><br /><br />Watch this space for more!!!Archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02156457114623523307noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37968379.post-10363454115901981162007-02-23T15:30:00.000+05:302007-04-13T17:55:34.654+05:30Ironic.. The Alanis Morissette way :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ZXlUa5hUBU/Rh9z-ZgrLZI/AAAAAAAAABo/WetfTTv2uDY/s1600-h/lone+man+and+playin+kid.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ZXlUa5hUBU/Rh9z-ZgrLZI/AAAAAAAAABo/WetfTTv2uDY/s320/lone+man+and+playin+kid.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052884822770003346" border="0" /></a><br />I have had crushes on very few men. I like humourous guys who wear their attitude the right way.<br /><br />I met this guy accidentally in Mysore. He had everything that i would ever want in a guy and more.<br />Smart.<br />Intelligent.<br />Enthusiast.<br />Humourous.<br />Well-dressed.<br />Dolce and Gabbana perfume!!<br />Superb conversationalist.<br />Great dancer.<br />Yet modest.<br />Fan of Linkin Park and Metallica and GNR and what not.<br />He wanted to learn Tango and did not get a good tutor (How sad i thought)<br />He had the 'live this moment-dont waste it' look all over him.<br />Tennis player. Not a cricket fan!!!! (How rare to get these days??)<br /><br />Exactly what i wanted in a guy.<br /><br />I spent 2 solid hours with him. And walked away not even knowing his number or mail id. I was totally mesmerised in him that i forgot the rest of it.<br /><br />I dreamt of him an entire week. Kept telling all my friends and even my mother, what a lovely guy he had been.<br /><br />I thought i will never get to see him or know him again.<br />But fate it seems had other plans for me !!<br /><br />My friends sent me his orkut profile this morning. And that was when my heart broke.<br />His profile said he was already <span style="font-style: italic;">COMMITTED</span> :(( My energy sank :((<br /><br />And i heard Alanis sing her 'Ironic' song in my playlist: 'Its meeting the man of my dreams and then meeting his beautiful wife!!! And isnt it ironic?'<br /><br />I wonder if i have this luck or something, any guy i like or even have a crush on is already engaged/married/or having a girl friend. Sad :((<br /><br />I was numb. For 2 minutes. (What did you expect? After all a crush. He had to be sad not me!!)<br /><br />A second mailer came from my friend.<br />Hey check out this guy's profile. He is a friend from school. One helluvan enthusiast. He got 99.23% in CAT. And lots of attitude!!!<br /><br />I opened the link to orkut hopefully.<br /><br />His pic smiled at me and it looked so energetic!!!! :D<br /><br /><br />My playlist was singing "i ll be there for you i swear" :) Hope never gives up on people :))Archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02156457114623523307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37968379.post-5710880345336312952007-02-06T17:46:00.000+05:302007-02-19T18:20:35.548+05:30TaggedI had to read a couple of other blogs to make sure what tagging is. (Am new to blogging world) But the sad part is i dont know other bloggers to continue the tagging. Nevertheless.. here goes the sad/boring/huge questionaire answering (i d rather call it this).<br /><br />I was tagged by <a href="http://dg-insecure-me.blogspot.com/">Gayathri.</a><br /><br />Favorite Color: Bright and colorful - Red representative of confidence, blue -saneeswaran's color. never the mind :D, and pink - hello even i like to be girly at times.<br /><br />Favorite Food: vatha kuzhambu with suta/poricha apalam combo, mor kuzhambu + parupu usili combo, nama oor(TN) sambhar (naan sambhar ilingo :o)<br /><br />Favorite Month: October. for a lot of reasons - Rains, Diwali and most of all, presents!!! (my birthday yaar)<br /><br />Favorite Songs: Mostly melodies(romantic) or kuthu or fast nos. No sogams at all.<br /><br />Current favs:<br />Hindi:<br />Crazy kiya re - choreography makes aish look so cute.<br />latest craze: sunidhi and shreya.<br /><br />Tamil:<br />hey hey ena aachu unaku from kathal virus. (that is what i am listening to now)<br /><br />English:<br />All the people in the world ( i guess Safri Duo's. love the drums)<br /><br />Favorite Movie: Kal Ho Na ho, Thomas Crown Affair, After the sunset, One fine day, its a huge list babes.<br /><br />Favorite Sport: Swimming (No laughs. And swear the area where i swim did not get flooded)<br /><br />Favorite Season: Rains. Of course. Also the winter(maargazhi), when the warm jacket makes you wish you had someone to hug and walk along with.<br /><br />Favorite Day Of the week: Friday :) (because tomorrow is Saturday!!!)<br /><br />Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: DBC (death by chocolate - black forest + vanilla + chocolate ice creams + topped with hot chocolate and nuts- its so chocolatty you will die eating it!!)<br /><br />Favorite Time of Day: Evenings - my energy levels are really high at this time.<br /><br />8 CURRENTS<br /><br />Current Mood: Blank. Not sure if am exhausted from trying to get work done out of an A** or if am in the 'done for the day. wanna leave' mood.<br /><br />Current Taste: Bland again.<br /><br />Current Clothes: Bright Red and black kurtha with all bright accessories. i needed a change of mood!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ZXlUa5hUBU/Rch2wkL9p6I/AAAAAAAAABA/KXjwb8JgM88/s1600-h/baby+bath.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ZXlUa5hUBU/Rch2wkL9p6I/AAAAAAAAABA/KXjwb8JgM88/s320/baby+bath.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028399560678811554" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Current Desktop: a naked guy (dont believe it?? see it for yourself. :D what did you think pervert??)<br /><br />Current Toenail Color: I dont like nail colors.<br /><br />Current Time:18.10 IST<br /><br />Current Surroundings: My office desk. A sticky paper on my CPU saying "you forgot this on my desk!!YUCK" ;), a couple of woody cups, a chinese fan, a wooden window like whatever - just a few decorations to keep it lively.<br /><br />Current Thoughts: Should i continue working after am done with this? Or should i go and SWIM??<br /><br />6 FIRSTS<br /><br />First Best Friend: Mani. Lots of others who followed. But right now to be mentioned - Viji (chelli, miss you da). and my sweetheart nits kuli :)<br /><br />First Screen Name: !!!Derr..<br /><br />First Pet: In my dreams? A pocket pomeranian that i hope not to kill by sitting on it. (of course by mistake)<br /><br />First Piercing: Ears.<br /><br />First Album: Spice Girls 'if you want to be'<br /><br />First Movie: It seems My dear kutti chatan, when i was 6 months old. Anyways dont remember it, so does it make a difference to you? <em></em><br /><br />6 LASTS<br /><br />Last Cigarette: Sorry. you got the wrong number.<br /><br />Last Drink: Last night. What is your problem??<br /><br />Last Car Ride: GO-Carting in Hyderabad :D loved it man.<br /><br />Last Movie Seen: Scream. last night on my new DVD player :D<br /><br />Last Phone Call: With a bugging Credit card agent :(<br /><br />Last Book Read: The Zahir (paulo coelho). i read it for about a month. It was the longest time i took for a boring book. Well another record to it is, it was the last book i ever read!! (It was so damn boring i lost interest in reading books. I stopped sometime 2005 i guess)<br /><br />Have You Ever Broken the Law: Well technically- NO.<br /><br />Have You Ever Been Arrested: Abachaaram!abachaaram!!!<br /><br />Have You Ever Been on TV: Yes. The last time i was on air was continuously for 6 weeks. Poor audience who had to listen to me braying (sing) in Sun TV. I represented my college.<br /><br />Have You Ever Lied: Well, i will call myself chronic :D<br /><br />Have You Ever Kissed Someone You Didn't Know: NO WAY<br /><br />5 THINGS<br /><br />Thing You're Wearing: Asked already i think. just another kurtha yaar.<br /><br />Thing You've Done Today: Absolutely nothing. Today was another 'deadline day' i did not meet.<br /><br />Thing You Can Hear Right Now: my manager zipping her bag to leave. THis is really tempting ok?<br /><br />Thing You Can't Live Without: MUSIC and friends. The only things that can change my mood instantly.<br /><br />Thing You Do When You're Bored: Music. Better still i go around chat with people, crack some jokes and make everyone laugh.<br /><br />4 PLACES YOU'VE BEEN TODAY<br />Office, Sukh sagar, the roads of course, and hmmm..... the LOO!!<br /><br />3 PEOPLE YOU CAN TELL ANYTHING TO<br />I used to be loyal to my friends before. Nowadays i dont have much to share. So i give a damn.<br /><br />2 CHOICES<br /><br />1. Black or White: Black. ( i prefer bright colors that will blind you though)<br /><br />2. Hot or Cold: Cold (esp the cold water in the nights when i swim. God. Its heaven)<br /><br />1 THING YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE<br />Thats a huge list you dont wanna know. After all this boring read you have done, you still dare to read further or what?<br /><br /><br />Ok before you all hit me with spoilt tomatoes and eggs ( i think you would already have thrown it if i were around you :D ) i shall take leave of you.. and for the day.<br /><br />Me leaving.<br /><br />Tata :D (was this the line that made you the happiest of all??)Archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02156457114623523307noreply@blogger.com0