<?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-29333096</id><updated>2012-02-14T08:15:23.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhythms of a vetti mind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-4041665883489772240</id><published>2012-02-10T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T13:56:00.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is the air</title><content type='html'>Prayers in my lips&lt;br /&gt;Anxiety in my head&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the air&lt;br /&gt;Breath getting heavier &lt;br /&gt;Wish I knew the future&lt;br /&gt;Wish for the scintillating touch&lt;br /&gt;and the lovely smirk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detached like a lotus petal&lt;br /&gt;Attached like a glue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-4041665883489772240?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/4041665883489772240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=4041665883489772240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/4041665883489772240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/4041665883489772240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2012/02/love-is-air.html' title='Love is the air'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-4495990867446557208</id><published>2009-10-19T15:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:56:09.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss...</title><content type='html'>So far was yet so near&lt;br /&gt;Two years spanned&lt;br /&gt;Just came to bear&lt;br /&gt;Peace shined&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-4495990867446557208?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/4495990867446557208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=4495990867446557208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/4495990867446557208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/4495990867446557208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2009/10/bliss.html' title='Bliss...'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-3735731721391764005</id><published>2009-06-28T05:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T05:06:23.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every other moment...</title><content type='html'>A relationship that built over the years...&lt;br /&gt;where there was a stage when I did not exist without the other...&lt;br /&gt;Saw him in all different roles... to budding friend to admire the kid in him&lt;br /&gt;Times have changed; I speak no longer for my heart bleeds in pain...&lt;br /&gt;People I share dont understand the depths and I shall bear silence....&lt;br /&gt;Days passes weeks pass by, I have tried to come teo reality...&lt;br /&gt;My self doesnt react sticking with the wounds unhealed...&lt;br /&gt;None shall understand the depths of the pain and I shall bear it in vain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts, but it shall heal&lt;br /&gt;But it can never be the one we shared.Period..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-3735731721391764005?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/3735731721391764005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=3735731721391764005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/3735731721391764005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/3735731721391764005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2009/06/every-other-moment.html' title='Every other moment...'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-721244255448759138</id><published>2009-05-07T19:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T07:31:36.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional _ _ _</title><content type='html'>Emotional _ _ _ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ego clashed, thoughts spiraled&lt;br /&gt;Mind confused, Defense won&lt;br /&gt;Defended,Offended, Unknown desert!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved, Reacted, Settled&lt;br /&gt;Might be temporary &lt;br /&gt;But the emotion was a surity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://video.yahoo.com/watch/5005549&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-8994651271819061816</id><published>2009-04-20T07:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:25:41.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I live in hope...</title><content type='html'>I live in hope to transform to a better soul&lt;br /&gt;I err, I regret and it causes pain&lt;br /&gt;Within mins, I smile thinking at the brighter side&lt;br /&gt;Life is random and I strew more randomness by my moods! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice mockery... Courtesy MN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9S4cEcwV0IA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/9S4cEcwV0IA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/29333096-8994651271819061816?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/8994651271819061816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=8994651271819061816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/8994651271819061816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/8994651271819061816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-live-in-hope.html' title='I live in hope...'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-1654792918110364668</id><published>2009-01-18T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:41:06.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 2009</title><content type='html'>The year with the "let go" attitude&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes sharper and higher in altitude&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes just possibly platitude &lt;br /&gt;Steady to progress at "dunno" latitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As aggressive as the mind can get&lt;br /&gt;As withdrawn as the heart can go&lt;br /&gt;As digressing as the goals can be set&lt;br /&gt;Clock ticking at its own pace....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles to go, Smiles to wear&lt;br /&gt;Piles to do, Tonnes to trash,&lt;br /&gt;The will is here,Laziness I swear&lt;br /&gt;Time is the pill, None to bash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is sought&lt;br /&gt;Many to sight&lt;br /&gt;Perils to fight&lt;br /&gt;An interesting plight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect the light to flash&lt;br /&gt;In the bright blue splash&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Victory shall I park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind shall be directed&lt;br /&gt;To touch the finishing line&lt;br /&gt;Failures will be crossed&lt;br /&gt;Victory shall straightened my spline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Iris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-1654792918110364668?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/1654792918110364668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=1654792918110364668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/1654792918110364668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/1654792918110364668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2009/01/jan-2009.html' title='Jan 2009'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-554112062309616360</id><published>2008-10-11T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T00:22:51.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal aagi nirkum Kanna....</title><content type='html'>Heard a news.... Was..... yet again&lt;br /&gt;Kurai Onrum Illai...&lt;br /&gt;Kal aagi nirkum kanna....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-554112062309616360?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/554112062309616360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=554112062309616360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/554112062309616360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/554112062309616360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2008/10/kal-aagi-nirkum-kanna.html' title='Kal aagi nirkum Kanna....'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-8907207923726781433</id><published>2008-09-13T11:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:07:35.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thamarai Thanniril...</title><content type='html'>Thamarai Thanniril Thodaradha Thanimaiyil&lt;br /&gt;Thyagiyai Thottu chutum selum Sudarai&lt;br /&gt;Thalla mudiyadha Thunum Thendralai adichu sella&lt;br /&gt;Naanum Neeyum Yendha Kadalil Karaindhu selvom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaatrin Kavidhai Kelvi yezhuppa&lt;br /&gt;Krodhamum Kannirum Kalaiyai Kanbikka&lt;br /&gt;Kaanum Yedangal ellam Kaanaamal Sella&lt;br /&gt;Naanum Neeyum Yendha Kadalil Karaindhu Selvom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: It is about Tsunami!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-8907207923726781433?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/8907207923726781433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=8907207923726781433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/8907207923726781433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/8907207923726781433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2008/09/thamarai-thanniril.html' title='Thamarai Thanniril...'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-6022695446072323595</id><published>2008-08-09T01:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T05:16:00.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ramblings ...</title><content type='html'>The blue woman by Picasso torments me. It has given to a new series of women paintings that I want to do. The more I look at it the more I want to have been born in Europe as a painter in the mid 70-80s. I love art. It draws me through something very inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dali's collection in MoMo has quadrapuled my respect for him. I do agree he is obsessed with women but his mastery, his imagination is unbeatable. I felt so so good after seeing the exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music has filled my otherwise tight schedule. My player has been running 7*24 for a week now. Few beautiful songs unearthed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naan Sella intha payanum thodara randomness increases still peace reigns!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-6022695446072323595?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/6022695446072323595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=6022695446072323595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/6022695446072323595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/6022695446072323595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-ramblings.html' title='Random Ramblings ...'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-1234200953192848170</id><published>2008-06-29T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T11:30:43.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pullankuzhale!</title><content type='html'>Kavidhaye! Meliya Azhage!&lt;br /&gt;Katru Oliyin Amudhe&lt;br /&gt;Kallaiyum Kaniyakkum Isaye&lt;br /&gt;Karmega Kannanin Anbe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katre Vazhiye Tandiram Seiyum Adhisayame&lt;br /&gt;Ezhil Elimaiye, Isai Mazhalaiyin Yendirame&lt;br /&gt;Kattupadithiya Swasathin Uyir Naadiye&lt;br /&gt;Mozhi alla unarvutum Urchaga Nadiye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-1234200953192848170?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/1234200953192848170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=1234200953192848170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/1234200953192848170'/><link rel='self' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-4192287144643549745?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/4192287144643549745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=4192287144643549745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/4192287144643549745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/4192287144643549745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2008/06/kaapayo-thoza.html' title='Kaapayo thoza!'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-7320184341807605276</id><published>2008-04-09T11:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:44:22.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then Thee</title><content type='html'>Thithitha Then Thegatum Thee anado&lt;br /&gt;Thendralai Thoonai Thindiya thedal&lt;br /&gt;Thaanyenum theeyai thangi selum Then Thaniyil Kariayumo&lt;br /&gt;Thedi Thedi Kidaitha Then nilavu thaaki selakudumo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanbi yennai nada naan kavidhaiyai naadinen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-7320184341807605276?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-5848960343450590372</id><published>2008-04-07T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:14:52.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Life</title><content type='html'>A email says: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were you in your past life??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.thebigview.com/pastlife/index.html &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! a male atleast then. I seriously think Indian male is the best species that one can be born as. One gets to marry a female who does everything to them:) Idlis, dosas and vagera vagera dishes everyday. sigh! I was born in South India but of the other species :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: nothing meant bad to the other sex. Just that I love the idea of someone feeding me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Hungary around the year 1375.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably thats why I am eternally hungry . Explains it all:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Your profession was that of a philosopher or thinker.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking ah!! I  have never achieved successful thinking in this birth!!!! This actually asserts the fact that the damn website is wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. You had creative talents, which waited until this life to be liberated.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA RITE! Here is the next birth! WHERE IS THE DAMN THING! What is it waiting for!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Sometimes your environment considered you strange. The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation is to develop magnanimity and a feeling of brotherhood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This birth, I am considered strange always:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magnanimity ?? I am penniless... Oh brother.. no one is showing magnanimity to me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Try to become less adhered to material property and learn to take only as much, as you can give back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in this world works to get material property :) if not to a high extent atleast for normal living....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall remember not to click this link again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-5848960343450590372?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/5848960343450590372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=5848960343450590372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/5848960343450590372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/5848960343450590372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2008/04/past-life.html' title='Past Life'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-7601381765164780849</id><published>2008-03-27T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:37:04.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend</title><content type='html'>When you stop , a force to motivate&lt;br /&gt;When you're lonely, one expressing compassion&lt;br /&gt;When you're searching a way, a guide to you,&lt;br /&gt;When you're in dark, a beacon of light,&lt;br /&gt;When you're uncertain, a vouch of guarantee,&lt;br /&gt;When you're frightened, a strength of support,&lt;br /&gt;When you're in deep unrest, a pillar of trust,&lt;br /&gt;When you're sad, a cheer to you&lt;br /&gt;When you're glad, lends an extra smile to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we really have such a "friend"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i do &lt;br /&gt;But am I the best friend of myself .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-7601381765164780849?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/7601381765164780849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=7601381765164780849' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/7601381765164780849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/7601381765164780849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2008/03/friend.html' title='A friend'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-2778707998902589730</id><published>2008-02-20T11:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T15:50:36.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes that stayed in my mind.</title><content type='html'>Critic as an Artist: Oscar Wilde:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reread it. Found it hard to interpret yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One friend quotes this in his signature:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to&lt;br /&gt;time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught."&lt;br /&gt;   -- Oscar Wilde, "The Critic as Artist" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A review said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This major work is particularly interesting in the context of late 20th century poetics. Like several of the younger American and British innovative poets and theorists, &lt;strong&gt;Wilde argues, through his character Gilbert, for the equal importance of the critical faculty with artistic creation, that, in short, the artist must be both critic and creator if (s)he is to produce great art and that the art of the critic should be as fine a creative work as that of any poet or novelist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the romantic notion of the artist creating from a vast unconscious storehouse of emotions and ideas, Gilbert posits that “All fine imaginative work is self-conscious and deliberate. No poet sings because he must. At least, no great poet does. A great poet sings because he chooses to sing...There is no fine art without self-conciousness, and self-consciousness and the critical spirit are one.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published originally in 1888, The Critic As Artist is almost as timely today as if it were composed in 1988.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: What can I say! Salute....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conrad Hilton:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success seems to be connected with action. Successful people keep moving. They make mistakes, but they don't quit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Interesting! Keep moving! change is the base of american economy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride and Prejudice: I think this will be my weekend movie for many years to come  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Darcy: Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you... I had to see you. I have fought against my better judgment, my family's expectations, the inferiority of your birth by rank and circumstance. All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony. &lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Bennet: I don't understand. &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Darcy: I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Darcy: You must know... surely, you must know it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I'd scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: &lt;strong&gt;you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love... I love... I love you. &lt;/strong&gt;I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Bewitched??? true love?? &lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't understand but hope to understand someday ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-2778707998902589730?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/2778707998902589730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=2778707998902589730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/2778707998902589730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/2778707998902589730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2008/02/quotes-that-stayed-in-my-mind.html' title='Quotes that stayed in my mind.'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-6643190927258630464</id><published>2008-02-18T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T00:49:40.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgettable</title><content type='html'>People who would have spent an outing with me know the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. I am DIRECTIONLESS.&lt;br /&gt;b. After I get free with the person, I can become high without alcohol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was good expect for the movies. Today's incident was unforgettable. My friend and I were catching up and was getting crazy over nothing. We had missed a train just by staring it pass by... So, the hopelessness/craziness continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was leaning againist a wall and was singing some crap song, looking towards my friend on the right. I swayed my hand towards the left. I touched someone's body. I gave the "oops" sign and turned to say sorry to a "hopefully" good looking guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a guy, shorter than me, elder to me by 10+ years and semi bald........&lt;br /&gt;I said sorry and turned....&lt;br /&gt;My friend rolled on the floor laughing and I joined her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing .... we missed the next train...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-6643190927258630464?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/6643190927258630464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=6643190927258630464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/6643190927258630464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/6643190927258630464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2008/02/unforgettable.html' title='Unforgettable'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-3483020312570129620</id><published>2008-02-10T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T23:12:41.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surely.... would have</title><content type='html'>A heaviness of heart,&lt;br /&gt;A lost feeling of hope,&lt;br /&gt;I relived through it,&lt;br /&gt;Wish to rewind through years,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes by &lt;br /&gt;Living without thinking&lt;br /&gt;What it would have been,&lt;br /&gt;I relived through it&lt;br /&gt;Wish to rewind through years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love dying through the snow&lt;br /&gt;The hopes built while I was born&lt;br /&gt;The new energy you would have been&lt;br /&gt;I relived through it&lt;br /&gt;Wish to rewind through years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kind and tender heart&lt;br /&gt;Stripped through the sharpest razors,&lt;br /&gt;Time waiting for none&lt;br /&gt;While we wailed through empty space&lt;br /&gt;I relived through it&lt;br /&gt;Wish to rewind through years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longing inch, the unfelt gap&lt;br /&gt;The hardened tenderness, still felt fresh&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderfu thing you would have been,&lt;br /&gt;Pillaring me through every fall,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose and everything to gain&lt;br /&gt;Your nearness probably was lost&lt;br /&gt;Your parental serene touch&lt;br /&gt;I relived through it&lt;br /&gt;Wish to rewind through years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish not to depend,&lt;br /&gt;Things do make me ponder&lt;br /&gt;Tides away, a healing wave....&lt;br /&gt;What can I say&lt;br /&gt;PS I will always love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by the movie PS: I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-3483020312570129620?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/3483020312570129620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=3483020312570129620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/3483020312570129620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/3483020312570129620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2008/02/surely-would-have.html' title='Surely.... would have'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-6393941848419889270</id><published>2008-02-09T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T10:27:08.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography</title><content type='html'>Photography has inspired me recently. I had always thought of photography as a technology that destroyed artists. Historically, artists made copies of existing things and techniques were invented and perfected in the process. Slowly, art deepened its content and meaning. To me, an artist doesnt care about what the audience derive about the picture. It is an overflowing emotion of the author that is depicted which the audience try to relate to. In art, the canvas is your mind plate and u pour your thoughts as depicted forms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic, I was given fundaes on photography by my friend. These go on record here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Photography is all about light"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factors determining photography:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that determine what they call the exposure of the photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aperture: The size of the pinhole camera which determines the amount of light that passes in at the instant of taking a click. The aperture helps in determining the "depth of field" : the sharpness between the nearest and furthest of a subject in focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed of the shutter: The shutter lies in front of the pinhole and opens with a certain speed, hence affecting the amount of the light that passes through the aperture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ISO number of the film or the sensor determines the sensitivity of the camera to the light. Higher ISO number helps u bring in a good exposure if there is not enough light and probably a grainy look even if there is plenty of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the focal length affecting the zoom. The larger the focal length, the higher the amount of zoom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in my understanding do the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. get a good camera.&lt;br /&gt;b. Set the above parameters and click ur way to glory.&lt;br /&gt;c. U need to have some creativeness about the angle of taking the foto, which you get when u observe fotos taken in different angles of , ofcourse, the same object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, the budding photographer signs off hoping to get another camera in the march sale. Hopefully this one:http://mygx100.blogspot.com/2007/06/1st-impressions.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera is sleak. As I am less stronger, I am unable to carry heavy objects around , that too when I am trying to relax with photography:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-6393941848419889270?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/6393941848419889270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=6393941848419889270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/6393941848419889270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/6393941848419889270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2008/02/photography.html' title='Photography'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-1004854860409039144</id><published>2008-01-04T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T14:31:21.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Jan 2008, 7 pm</title><content type='html'>A demon from the center bay &lt;br /&gt;Rising negatives all through the way,&lt;br /&gt;I fight with my sword&lt;br /&gt;Pulling my basic rights aboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little song from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Whispering through every beat&lt;br /&gt;“Deiriyama Eru “ “Deiriyama Eru”&lt;br /&gt;Many a times it pacified the soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny petite woman was she &lt;br /&gt;Lived many years in the ignorant sea&lt;br /&gt;Little did she know about the outside&lt;br /&gt;But a very strong woman inside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only company during my exams&lt;br /&gt;Pulling her legs lighten the air &lt;br /&gt;At the thought emptiness fills&lt;br /&gt;Filling my heart with her demeanor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corner she used to occupy&lt;br /&gt;Taking our words in a sway&lt;br /&gt;A sweetie in many ways&lt;br /&gt;Make your presence felt through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to digest, But yeah! &lt;br /&gt;Afterall I am human&lt;br /&gt;Swayed by the waves&lt;br /&gt;Etching you in my memories&lt;br /&gt;I miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-1004854860409039144?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/1004854860409039144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=1004854860409039144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/1004854860409039144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/1004854860409039144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2008/01/1st-jan-2008-7-pm.html' title='1st Jan 2008, 7 pm'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-2377154652901944295</id><published>2007-12-09T10:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T10:53:04.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting married....</title><content type='html'>My idiot is getting married. Big Boy. He is going to have family of his own. Big Big Boy.In a month's time..... Wow. Time is running fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8p61z5te7Z8/R1tXQgCIPuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u192WtzX3Sg/s1600-h/DSC_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8p61z5te7Z8/R1tXQgCIPuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u192WtzX3Sg/s320/DSC_0158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141799340561940194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My Paddy thingy just got married . The thing looks so cute. Refer picture. She is my life-time darling. I wasnt able to attend her wedding. Blame it on my good fortune:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another close friend, Girish is getting married. Too many marriages on the way. Excited? Afraid of pressures at home ? Yes. Both. Hence cant go home even if I want a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this humorous email from MN today morning. Look at it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;--Perfect Husband&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Several men are in the locker room of a golf club.  A cell phone on a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; bench rings and a man  engages the hands free speaker-function  and&lt;br /&gt;begins to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Everyone else in the room stops to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;MAN: "Hello."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;WOMAN: "Honey, it's me. Are you at the club?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;MAN: "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;WOMAN: "I am at the mall now and found this beautiful leather coat. It's&lt;br /&gt;&gt; only $1,000. Is it OK if I buy it?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;MAN: "Sure, go ahead if you like it that much."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;WOMAN: "I also stopped by the Mercedes dealership and saw the new &gt;&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;models. I saw one I really liked."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;MAN: "How much?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;WOMAN: "$90,000."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;MAN: "OK, but for that price, I want it with all the options."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;WOMAN: "Great! Oh, and one more thing .... the house I wanted last year&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;is back on the market. They're asking $950,000. "&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;MAN: "Well, then go ahead and give them an offer of $900,000! They will&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;probably take it. If not, we can go the extra 50 thousand.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;WOMAN: "OK. I'll see you later! I love you so much!!"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;MAN: "Bye! I love you, too."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;The man hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;The other men in the locker room are staring at him in&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;astonishment,mouths agape.....&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Then he smiles and asks: "Anyone knows who this phone belongs to?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha ... was a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-2377154652901944295?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/2377154652901944295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=2377154652901944295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/2377154652901944295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/2377154652901944295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2007/12/getting-married.html' title='Getting married....'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8p61z5te7Z8/R1tXQgCIPuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u192WtzX3Sg/s72-c/DSC_0158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-4939917165838148072</id><published>2007-11-01T06:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T06:53:28.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SVCE : Letter of Apology</title><content type='html'>This is an email I got from one of classmates who had found from the ruins of his mind or his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;Names hidden for its not a copyright version!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART -1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A1 writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="e" id="q_113835df24c2fdc7_1"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I don't know how many of you remember the time in second year we were&lt;br /&gt;caught by the HOD for playing football in class... and how we had a&lt;br /&gt;tough time convincing him that it was a team sport that the entire&lt;br /&gt;class was responsible for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While clearing my stuff, I came across the apology letter we wrote to&lt;br /&gt;him &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;quote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are indeed ashamed to find ourselves writing this letter of&lt;br /&gt;apology. We admit that our behaviour this afternoon was totally&lt;br /&gt;uncalled for and unbecoming of students of this prestigious&lt;br /&gt;institution.&lt;br /&gt;We aplogize for getting carried away and making a lot of noise inside&lt;br /&gt;the class. We assure you, with the sternest of resolve, that our&lt;br /&gt;actions will never be repeated.&lt;br /&gt;We hope you will pardon us as this is our first time, and we promise,&lt;br /&gt;will be our last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;unquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better, though, is the first draft that X wrote. It's a &lt;br /&gt;masterpiece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;quote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with profound shame that we find ourselves writing this letter&lt;br /&gt;of apolgy. We wholeheartedly blame ourselves for this moment of&lt;br /&gt;disgrace which was totally uncalled for and totally unbecoming of&lt;br /&gt;students of this prestigious institution. Our actions were banal and&lt;br /&gt;childish to say the least but we hope that they will be dismissed as&lt;br /&gt;the inconsistent frailities and vagaries of youth which were only too&lt;br /&gt;resplendent (scratch) apparent in our outrageous behaviour this&lt;br /&gt;afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;We assure you, with the sternest of resolve, that our actions will&lt;br /&gt;never be repeated again. We hope that we will be pardoned gracefully&lt;br /&gt;us as this is our first time, and we promise, will be our last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;unquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;The that-time class rep replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was that only 4 of us went after that incident to meet him and hand over the apology . Mr.HOD apparently didn't know that the whole class was playing. He came to the assumption that only the 4 of us were playing and started shouting at us. We tried to make him understand that we were representing all those who played but he said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"so why did only you guys come? you were playing thats why you 4 have come" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worsht! :).&lt;br /&gt;"namma hod thirundave maataru"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-4939917165838148072?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/4939917165838148072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=4939917165838148072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/4939917165838148072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/4939917165838148072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2007/10/svce-letter-of-apology.html' title='SVCE : Letter of Apology'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-4252601758725180641</id><published>2007-09-19T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T08:44:53.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wheel weaves as the wheel wills</title><content type='html'>I was introduced to this famous quote “The wheel weaves as the wheel wills” through one of my friend’s status message. It has inspired me through the night and has given birth to this blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wheel, as I analyze the quote, is open for multiple interpretations. First, the wheel can be that of time on which we all move. It is closely related with the quote “Man proposes and God disposes”. Many times in our lives we aim for achieving a goal within a particular span of time, but we rarely see it happen the way we want. The wheel takes its own sweet time to patiently give us the fruits of our so-called hard work if it “WILLS”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, the wheel can be considered to represent the rotating dual nature of the world. For example, the wheel could indicate the ever-repeating intervals of happiness and sorrow. Another quote similar to this is “Pleasure is an interval between two pains”. The elderly say that we can cherish the happiness of a success only when we realize the pain of failure. Life becomes uninteresting if it is filled with sadness or happiness alone. Again, the concept of its will to weave is the experience that we as humans go through and the knowledge that we gain from it. This knowledge helps us to remain focused and detached from the fruits of our actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, the most abstract, rather far-fetched analysis can be that the wheel represents the Hindu’s myth of a person’s cycles of birth and death. Rather, in my opinion, I would explain it in the following manner. We all emerged in a pure state when we knew nothing about the vices existent now. As we live our lives, we tend to change and get influenced by both our observations and other people’s opinions. As we reach our final days, we start to realize that nothing accompanies us at the end and slowly try reaching our intial pure state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the wheel weaves us through the impermanent nature of worldly desires and accomplishments making us realize the wholeness in absolute emptiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-4252601758725180641?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/4252601758725180641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=4252601758725180641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/4252601758725180641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/4252601758725180641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2007/09/wheel-weaves-as-wheel-wills.html' title='The wheel weaves as the wheel wills'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-7392272452529846226</id><published>2007-04-21T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T14:53:22.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance your emotions..</title><content type='html'>All the dance sequences in Punnaigai Mannan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance sequence where karishma and madhuri expresses themselves in Dil To Pagal Hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These have sent thrills through my spine. I have realised a sense of myself in all of them. Same feeling when I saw "Time for dancing " today. The idea of dancing away your emotions is something unique. The art allows people to show emotions that cant be expressed in words. I have grown to like abstractions and subtelities. I enjoy them even in small actions of others. I have grown to express emotions only through a crooked smile or a wide blown eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so good today watching the movie. I resolved that I shall keep dancing throughout my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now goto to go the class:) .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-7392272452529846226?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/7392272452529846226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=7392272452529846226' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/7392272452529846226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/7392272452529846226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2007/04/dance-your-emotions.html' title='Dance your emotions..'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-2349759718949024239</id><published>2007-04-09T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T16:47:24.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sindanai Kondenadi Kannamma</title><content type='html'>Sindanai Kondenadi Kannamma&lt;br /&gt;Ullam perugudhadi ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaatrin vasamai Sellava&lt;br /&gt;Manadhin Porulai Kekava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaazhkai Nindradhupol oru ninaipu Kannamma&lt;br /&gt;Sellum Paadai ariyamal oru Kuzhapam&lt;br /&gt;Netru kanda Santhoshathai manadhil Yerkkava&lt;br /&gt;Endru Nadakkadhadhai ninaithu Vaadava .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella nilayulum oru kelvi Yezha yezha&lt;br /&gt;naan than paithiyamo yendru yennava&lt;br /&gt;Kuradi Kannamma&lt;br /&gt;Kural Koduthu Balathai Yezhupadi yen kannamma....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unnil Naan Yinnaiya&lt;br /&gt;Yennil Nee Nerupai Yezhupa&lt;br /&gt;Sellalamo intha kadalai Thaandi&lt;br /&gt;Vendru vitom yendru solla.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avan parkirano avan ketkirano&lt;br /&gt;Theriyadha Avanukku Puriyumo&lt;br /&gt;Kaapano avan intha kalavaiyai karai serka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-2349759718949024239?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/2349759718949024239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=2349759718949024239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/2349759718949024239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/2349759718949024239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2007/04/sindanai-kondenadi-kannamma.html' title='Sindanai Kondenadi Kannamma'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-7692944454541047939</id><published>2007-03-15T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T11:57:24.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jittery</title><content type='html'>Mood: Nervous&lt;br /&gt;Song: Usual vellai pookal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna write a poem... no words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been pretty tensed for the past few weeks. All efforts results are going to be out. The plan of action was not as anticipated.It involved lot in the higher end and I seemed immature at things now. I am feeling really jittery and nervous. How the response going to be. Will the trust be held. What will be the outcome. Will the past few weeks thoughts going to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not able to pacify myself here . This is something which i knew and i dont know if they will accept. I was honest to my knowledge . There were stuff I dont know . I have no work right now .This might not be the biggest i have been trying to acheive. This is not what i wanted also . I had given up hopez and it came out of the blue. I did my best. I leave it to god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul shall rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-7692944454541047939?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/7692944454541047939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=7692944454541047939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/7692944454541047939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/7692944454541047939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2007/03/jittery.html' title='Jittery'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-4448326933693779618</id><published>2007-02-02T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T17:28:05.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The real self!</title><content type='html'>This poetry came up when my friend and me were talking about a person... The professional and the person inside... Do they reflect the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The softer and tougher sides of a person..... addressed as masculine and feminine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike a balance cried the guy within&lt;br /&gt;Will that mean "Crush innocence", the feminine retorted,&lt;br /&gt;Probably,Climbing up the ladder and maturity meant that,&lt;br /&gt;Leading a calculated life each second of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Cautious and alert for the rest of your years&lt;br /&gt;Not minding the pitfalls, the aspirations&lt;br /&gt;No time for the real self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feminine sighed,What has world become&lt;br /&gt;Everyone runs through life&lt;br /&gt;Chasing every dream possible&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hit every known target&lt;br /&gt;Losing of the joyful self&lt;br /&gt;Toeing to catch up the unseen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought process fell...&lt;br /&gt;What is the definition of the real self?&lt;br /&gt;Does your life provide time to define your own?&lt;br /&gt;After highs and lows the consensus came..&lt;br /&gt;Life just meant running ....&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else implied in the long run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are hardening , to a stone , probably ,&lt;br /&gt;Not to take the shape of a diamond&lt;br /&gt;But to search the so called wholesome ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Aside]&lt;br /&gt;The femimine dropped here ...&lt;br /&gt;Would that mean crushing your real self&lt;br /&gt;Beautifully pampered and brought in the self&lt;br /&gt;Those qualities that people specifically adopted from each person they saw&lt;br /&gt;those wonderful notations of a nice person that they built....&lt;br /&gt;All to the bin or just for showcase....&lt;br /&gt;What has world gone into ....&lt;br /&gt;A destination with no label&lt;br /&gt;A journey nothing to be proud of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man  decided practically...&lt;br /&gt;Maintain both sides and context switch ma!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-4448326933693779618?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/4448326933693779618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=4448326933693779618' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/4448326933693779618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/4448326933693779618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2007/02/real-self.html' title='The real self!'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-8217465310272709556</id><published>2007-01-03T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T11:39:11.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall remember this day .....</title><content type='html'>Realised Miracles dont happen in life. Luck doesnt smile unless u deserve ....&lt;br /&gt;Things happen but life has to still move on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accham illai accham illai accham yenbadhu illaye&lt;br /&gt;Ucchi Midhu Vaan idhindha pothilum&lt;br /&gt;accham illai accham illai accham yenbadhu illaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Giving time for the mind to stabilize&lt;br /&gt;Listening to : Vellai Pookal, accham (indra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna remember this moment so the entry ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life moves on and the pillar stands erect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-8217465310272709556?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/8217465310272709556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=8217465310272709556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/8217465310272709556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/8217465310272709556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2007/01/shall-remember-this-day.html' title='Shall remember this day .....'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-3289499549338943401</id><published>2006-12-07T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T15:34:21.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A hopeless effort to synchronize english and tamil poetry!</title><content type='html'>aFTERMATHS oF getting wet continuously for the third time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry allows you to express yourself with such nuances and thats the greatness about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muthu Mazhai Nenjil Nikkum Mazhai&lt;br /&gt;Chinna Chinna Thuralgal Thodarthu Nesikka&lt;br /&gt;Adhai Vittudhan Chela Mudiyumo&lt;br /&gt;Aanaikkum Ezhilthaan Adhaidhan Minjamudiyumo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small worries Lingering and paining&lt;br /&gt;Disappearing like a small stream out through the blue&lt;br /&gt;Making the feel of a new born&lt;br /&gt;Rejuvenating the strength and spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pookalum Deivathin Amruthamum Poongi Vazhiya&lt;br /&gt;Yennai Maranthu Malarum Mottagineno&lt;br /&gt;Maalai Suriyanin Sugam Melira&lt;br /&gt;Mazhai Thuligal degathai Siliravaikka&lt;br /&gt;Antha Unnarvi Unnara Punniyamo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pun: Just as shreya artificially walks/dances through the rain in the movie "mazhai" ...... I tried it relaistically but ended up nonsensically (is that a word??)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-3289499549338943401?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/3289499549338943401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=3289499549338943401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/3289499549338943401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/3289499549338943401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2006/12/hopeless-effort-to-synchronize-english.html' title='A hopeless effort to synchronize english and tamil poetry!'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-116194129891964772</id><published>2006-10-27T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T17:28:18.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship with the Mind?</title><content type='html'>Listened to a lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points that I liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Develop a friendship with the mind as it is the centre of all ur actions.&lt;br /&gt;2. When you like a person(friend,parents or even God) it means full trust and a sense of oneness. The last one with God is difficult for me.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do everything with a steady mind. Negative mind with lots of acheivements DO NOT make sense . Negative mind just weakens you.&lt;br /&gt;4. Be Steady, Radiate positiveness and live your life.... Afterall life is short (is it ??)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-116194129891964772?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/116194129891964772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=116194129891964772' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/116194129891964772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/116194129891964772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2006/10/friendship-with-mind.html' title='Friendship with the Mind?'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-115814028398640085</id><published>2006-09-13T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T17:38:03.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaatre Unnai Thedi....</title><content type='html'>Kaatre Yennai  Yeduthu chel&lt;br /&gt;Dooramaga Azhaithu Chel&lt;br /&gt;Kavalai Alla Maguzhchi Neraithirkum Azhagirku&lt;br /&gt;Mul Alla Poo mottukkal  Malarum  Vanathirku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaatre Yennai Annaithu Chel&lt;br /&gt;Neer nilam Yellavatraiyum Thaandi  chel&lt;br /&gt;Vegamai Yeduthu Chel&lt;br /&gt;Velichathai Mattum kooti chel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thuyarangal velaga Aasaigal velaga&lt;br /&gt;Manam thelivaga Amaidhi Nilava&lt;br /&gt;Bayam velaga Kattupadu velaga&lt;br /&gt;Paranda Nilamaiku Yettadha Uyarathirku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaatre Yennai Yedutthu chel&lt;br /&gt;Annathayum Thaandi&lt;br /&gt;Naan sirithu Malara&lt;br /&gt;Naan ninaithu Vaazha&lt;br /&gt;Yennake yennakana Oru Ullagathirkku Annaithu  Chel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-115814028398640085?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/115814028398640085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=115814028398640085' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/115814028398640085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/115814028398640085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2006/09/kaatre-unnai-thedi.html' title='Kaatre Unnai Thedi....'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-115589632102063923</id><published>2006-08-18T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T18:18:41.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big B raakhi finally</title><content type='html'>I claim I have the "Best Big B" . This goes to the fact that I DONT accept to call anyone ANna as his position s ever special and when I call Anna ... it can be only him . I am very keen on Raksha bandhan every year  though never wish Big B as he once said " I dont like Northy culture" IDIOT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time this guy calls up and says "Oye... happy raksha bandhan " I am like u wishing me :O :O : O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sweet was the moment... We discussed abt our childhood and stuff... I tell him I will parcel the raksha bandhan I bought.  He says "I live on streets" ... He is an idiot and thats y my brother....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the above was because I read a blog on Raksha bandhan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I did send out particualr wishes for my friendsa as well on friendship day ... Felt good to make some one know u r special....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends getting married... I feel quite lost abt that ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally apart frm that the week was pretty monotonus and I did satisfy "my sandhai kozhi"&lt;br /&gt;instincts with another friend  ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some hopeless thing I have written ... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-115589632102063923?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/115589632102063923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=115589632102063923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/115589632102063923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/115589632102063923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2006/08/big-b-raakhi-finally.html' title='Big B raakhi finally'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-115466447548625224</id><published>2006-08-04T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T13:32:02.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy Sentiment</title><content type='html'>Inspiration:Saw Kaadhal kottai ..... Its crappy in all sense.... but the poem just came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paarkaamal Anubhavithen&lt;br /&gt;Pesamal Unardhen&lt;br /&gt;Nee Allavo Yen Aasai&lt;br /&gt;Nee Allavo Yen Uyir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thulavilum Pakkamo&lt;br /&gt;Ooliyin Vegathukum Adhigamo&lt;br /&gt;Nee Allavo Yen Aasai&lt;br /&gt;Nee Allavo Yen Uyir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un ninaivil Yennai marathen&lt;br /&gt;Yen Kanavil unnai kanden&lt;br /&gt;Nee Allavo Yen Aasai&lt;br /&gt;Nee Allavo Yen Uyir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaatrai Thoodhu Anupave&lt;br /&gt;Yen ninaivugalai Sethu kodukava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen unarvil nee&lt;br /&gt;Yedhai ninaithalum nee&lt;br /&gt;Yen edhaiyamum neeye !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-115466447548625224?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/115466447548625224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=115466447548625224' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/115466447548625224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/115466447548625224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2006/08/crappy-sentiment.html' title='Crappy Sentiment'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-115044806256111554</id><published>2006-06-16T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T16:54:22.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD, LIFE AND ME!</title><content type='html'>Life is no straight and easy corridor alongwhich we travel free and unhampered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but a maze of passages,through which we must seek our way,lost and confused,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; now and again checked in a blind alley.But always, if we have faith,God will open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a door for us,not perhaps one that we ourselves would ever have thought of,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one that will ultimately prove good for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.J. Cronin - Who Moved My Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Self Inspiration :P copied from my friend's blog )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-115044806256111554?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/115044806256111554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=115044806256111554' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/115044806256111554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/115044806256111554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2006/06/god-life-and-me.html' title='GOD, LIFE AND ME!'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-115019896913260240</id><published>2006-06-13T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T19:42:49.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain walk</title><content type='html'>Walking in rain&lt;br /&gt;Singing with the sway,&lt;br /&gt;Staring up the sky&lt;br /&gt;emptying the pains of the brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in rain&lt;br /&gt;Is being in love&lt;br /&gt;Like the serenity of the dove&lt;br /&gt;Missing not a drop to gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in rain&lt;br /&gt;Drenching to the full&lt;br /&gt;Hearty laughters and jokes to pull&lt;br /&gt;Dripping in pure drain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in the rain&lt;br /&gt;All parts of the body fully shivered&lt;br /&gt;With thrist unquenched&lt;br /&gt;What a peace unleashed by any grain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a passion all my life. Take me into the rain :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-poem by sri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-115019896913260240?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/115019896913260240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=115019896913260240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/115019896913260240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/115019896913260240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2006/06/rain-walk.html' title='Rain walk'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-114974448102245591</id><published>2006-06-08T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T13:28:01.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corridor eppadi door varaikum pocchunu....</title><content type='html'>Seri LKG kadhaiya fasta mudichudaren.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as my wailing sound's decibles increased and reached my class teacher's ears.... Not to reveal her name ... She was this fat fat woman with large scary eyes and big spectacles.... namma chandramuki villi madhiri....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gigantic figure will pass by the whole stretch to grab me like a dirt from my mom's hand and will daily say the same thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pongo mangala mam... ongala paaka paaka than she will take advantage and be crying ... naan pathukaren .... neenga pongo... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Srilakshmi... come ... its getting late"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you will see a big climax itself. I will be shouting as if i was seeing off the wedding of my most beloved one and the teacher used to literally ... in all the sense of the word drag me down the whole big corridor and the whole place will be so noisy and then this poor kid will wait till lunch for her thatha to come and pick up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee hee ... thinking of all this i feel it was so good to be a kid man ! .... the world was small we were safe and innocence bloomed:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-114974448102245591?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/114974448102245591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=114974448102245591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/114974448102245591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/114974448102245591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2006/06/corridor-eppadi-door-varaikum-pocchunu.html' title='Corridor eppadi door varaikum pocchunu....'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-114958696684321458</id><published>2006-06-06T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T20:33:29.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remnants of the word  "Corridor"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I walk down the corridor from NUH to science canteen , I was reminded of the old school days and college days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LKG:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike today (hopefully) I was a big time cry baby in LKG. I never used to talk to anybody except my mom. Amma and me used to take the bus 37G to go to K.K.Nagar and the travel journey was around half n hour. All will be well till the turning around the Pillayar kovil. I will be laughing , joking and all smiles till then . Then starts my tragedy. I knew in several moments amma was going to leave me in a dungeon and she will be off. The laughters will turn into frowns. The jokes will turn into silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus would stop near the stand and Amma will take me into the school . I love the passage into the school as we used to go through the third gate and right opposite to that will be the "Anand bakery" . Aww.... Superb smell. I am crazy after cakes (even today).&lt;br /&gt;I will try to walk as slowly as possible while amma will be hurrying for signing the register before 8.10 am .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Aside) This 8.10 am is a BIG THING in my mom's life which I have continuously affected. My mom has been my driver till 12th and all the four years of my engineering to the bus stop and never has she been able to make it before 8.10 ... lol.... because of my constant delays. And you know what .... In the past one year ... she has made to school before 8.10 all days and got some extra pay :P... The attendance register incharge makes full fun of this ... poor me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the mainstream, So amma will carry me to the office where I shall be left alone outside the principal's office amongst other gaintly humans and amma would be signing . If she returns in a relaxed pace, then she would have met her deadline else she would be making promises of starting early the next day .. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she used to drag me back to the Dungeon entrance. There starts the drama. I will start wailing at the sight of the dungeon and my class room used to be in the other end. I will resist... to be continued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-114958696684321458?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/114958696684321458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=114958696684321458' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/114958696684321458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/114958696684321458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2006/06/remnants-of-word-corridor.html' title='Remnants of the word  &quot;Corridor&quot;'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29333096.post-114958045373083088</id><published>2006-06-06T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T15:54:13.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Official happy blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This blog is dedicated to the happiness I find everyday and a blog for my short stories and poems . I promise loads of fun and to present all the happy rhythms of this vetti mind from the great "Sri vetti collefe of engineering":P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29333096-114958045373083088?l=rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/feeds/114958045373083088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29333096&amp;postID=114958045373083088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/114958045373083088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29333096/posts/default/114958045373083088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmsofavettimind.blogspot.com/2006/06/official-happy-blog.html' title='Official happy blog!'/><author><name>Shree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553477976140042771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
