<?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-13106335</id><updated>2012-02-17T07:03:39.557+05:30</updated><category term='ME Me me'/><category term='DostLoog'/><category term='Velagiri'/><category term='Hilarious'/><category term='Politiks'/><title type='text'>AsVelaAsCanBE</title><subtitle type='html'>I write when i am VELA(jobless) or when i am feeling down or generally bored.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-4765772168693672159</id><published>2009-11-03T14:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:22:55.349+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One Word reviews for movies seen in last 4 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thr Proposal - Crappy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gulaal - Disturbing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted(Hindi) - Timewaste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Magadheera - Timepass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wake up Sid - Pointless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whats your Rashee - Never ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GI JOE - Nice Action&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted(Engllish) - Angelic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgetting Sarah Marshall - Grosse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inglourious Basterds - Good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Movies yet to be seen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oy (telugu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quick Gun Murugan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Star trek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer's Body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;District 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS..Please let me know if any of the above are a health hazard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PPS..i started this out as a twitt but after crosing 140 charcters decided to update my inactive blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-4765772168693672159?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4765772168693672159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=4765772168693672159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/4765772168693672159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/4765772168693672159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2009/11/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-5958865191002080188</id><published>2009-06-22T00:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-22T01:21:21.955+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've never celebrated Father's day before and as i saw all the hooplah arouuond me, i decided to update my blog and write a dedication to my Dad - the sweetest person i have ever known.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its almost six years now and I remember you everyday but everytime mom mentions you i shush her :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you in most situations and imagine your advice. Not that every advice you gave us was correct but you always tried to see things from a nuetral point of view and thats something very rare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never really had a chance to tell you how much I admired your honesty and sincerity..esp in your profession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever I am today is because of your guidance and encouragement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miss you DAD and love you always :-)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS..No comments please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-5958865191002080188?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/5958865191002080188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/5958865191002080188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-2164316939117650597</id><published>2009-02-26T13:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:06:12.753+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME Me me'/><title type='text'>My soulmate..according to FB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 150%; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;Belongs With Someone With Class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.applatform.com/img/?id=280536&amp;amp;h=15f2f27c09f147e534fe34ca884cb3a334f7ac6d" border="0" alt="" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: 120%; "&gt;Your future lover should be someone with class. You belong with someone polite and never afraid to admit their mistakes. They will help you see the good in life and appreciate everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-2164316939117650597?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2164316939117650597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=2164316939117650597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/2164316939117650597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/2164316939117650597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-soulmateaccording-to-fb.html' title='My soulmate..according to FB'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-199980032508654339</id><published>2009-01-06T13:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:31:11.552+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Adios 2008</title><content type='html'>Now that 2008 is behind us and all we have is reflections from the &lt;em&gt;annus horribilis &lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div&gt;Let me put this up here so that i can recall this in better times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2008 was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A year where every purchase was made with a calculation at the back of my mind...easily the toughest financial year in my memory.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When bro and me made professional judgements which turned out to be life changing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A year of so many conflicts with/between near &amp;amp; dear &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was more sober that 2006 but drunken than 2007&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A year where a prudent sale of real estate would have set me up for life but..... I look upon that a lesson in life now :-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lehman Bros went for toss to put everything around us in a spin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Obama proving 'Yes! We can'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mumbai attacks bought India together like nothing ever could&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When bro finally went in for the PG madness...Bon Voyage Bro!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having your personal life hang by a thread ...this does nothing for your professional life BTW ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cricketers and Abhinav Bindra doing India proud&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saying all the wrong things at the wrong time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping for a Better 2009 and as Obama said 'Yes, We can!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-199980032508654339?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/199980032508654339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=199980032508654339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/199980032508654339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/199980032508654339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2009/01/adios-2008.html' title='Adios 2008'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-5799274301123617133</id><published>2008-09-24T17:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:02:56.387+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME Me me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DostLoog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Velagiri'/><title type='text'>I just blogged to say...</title><content type='html'>Saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sayesha&lt;/span&gt; Blog on &lt;a href="http://sayesha.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-blogged-to-say.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and decided to tag myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #1: People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #2: Tag 6 people to do this quiz and they cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by, cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by, and must continue this game by sending it to other people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chuck the rules..follow at your own peril  ...Anyways, Here i go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What do you love the most in your lover?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Her kindness &amp;amp; love for mundane things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Spend. Spend more.Spend even more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is love?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: In one word 'CONFUSION'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Both ...love is a blessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How long should you wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Wait is over so i shall skip this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Is it possible to like someone without loving them?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Is it possible to love someone without liking them?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Drink....Kill...Whatever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What takes you down the fastest?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Bad company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How would you see yourself in ten years’ time?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: In Shape..hopefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What’s your fear?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Living up to peoples expectations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: A Spectacular writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Single and Rich...Why share the misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Answer the Phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Yes...but what constitutes  'ALL'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, whom would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: No Clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you forgive and forget, no matter how horrible a thing that special someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If you get to go back in time and fall in love all over again, would it still be with the same person(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: No..no point in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;repeating&lt;/span&gt; mistakes&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tag - &lt;a href="http://gaprocks.blogspot.com/"&gt;DD&lt;/a&gt; (only person i know who follows my blog ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other jobless morons can feel free...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-5799274301123617133?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5799274301123617133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=5799274301123617133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/5799274301123617133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/5799274301123617133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-blogged-to-say.html' title='I just blogged to say...'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-179734579116022088</id><published>2008-09-23T20:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:01:15.915+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious'/><title type='text'>Superb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Read on Sudhish Kamath's &lt;a href="http://sudhishkamath.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Question : Why is Abhishek Bachchan doing an item-number in the film Mission Istanbul?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answer: To console Vivek Oberoi that he also does things apart from Oberoi's ex-girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-179734579116022088?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/179734579116022088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=179734579116022088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/179734579116022088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/179734579116022088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2008/09/superb.html' title='Superb'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-3859044172098327922</id><published>2008-09-19T11:20:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:29:12.738+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Velagiri'/><title type='text'>Loved this PIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SNM96uKD26I/AAAAAAAABmI/p3MV_MxoV_o/s1600-h/piracy-is-theft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SNM96uKD26I/AAAAAAAABmI/p3MV_MxoV_o/s320/piracy-is-theft.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247606069848693666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-3859044172098327922?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3859044172098327922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=3859044172098327922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/3859044172098327922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/3859044172098327922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2008/09/loved-this-pic.html' title='Loved this PIC'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SNM96uKD26I/AAAAAAAABmI/p3MV_MxoV_o/s72-c/piracy-is-theft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-833582358318334351</id><published>2008-09-17T17:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:54:01.050+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME Me me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Velagiri'/><title type='text'>14 going on 30!</title><content type='html'>Read this blog (http://www.blinman.com/before30.htm) and got thinking.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my score is 10 on this list&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were things i wanted to to do before i was thirty when i was a kid and now that the target is close, i have a different list. Now the first list may seem basic to a lot of people but this is what i wanted when i was 14 ,in a small town school with a middle class upbringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get a JOb - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Check&lt;/span&gt;..those were the days when unemployment(among cousins) was rife&lt;br /&gt;2. Complete my education (Masters/Phd) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Drive a car - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Become tall - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;partial check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Get proposed  - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Check &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Propose to someone - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;7. Make it work - PHEW..now i am totally making this up..always thought it would work as in fair tales and movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Impress your boss with your talent - &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Nope and no chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Write a dairy - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;partial check...&lt;/span&gt;blogging and twittering count dont they ??&lt;br /&gt;9. Sing in front of a crowd - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Nope and no Chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Impress Parents - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;DONE&lt;/span&gt; atleast partially in my opinion....seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's my current list and Status&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Travel to all continents in the world - Africa, South America, Antarctica and Australia to go&lt;br /&gt;2. Own a convertable&lt;br /&gt;3. Play the guitar&lt;br /&gt;4. Spend more than my monthly income on a single gadget&lt;br /&gt;5. Jump off a airplane&lt;br /&gt;6. Cook a meal for more than 20 people&lt;br /&gt;7. Win a drinking contest&lt;br /&gt;8. Do Volunteer work&lt;br /&gt;9. Own a killer looking apartment&lt;br /&gt;10. Quit job on  whim and go travelling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-833582358318334351?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/833582358318334351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=833582358318334351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/833582358318334351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/833582358318334351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2008/09/14-going-on-30.html' title='14 going on 30!'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-6107284468499894925</id><published>2008-08-22T12:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:27:17.811+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In a Nutshell</title><content type='html'>Two posts in a day....WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am: a happy go unlucky person&lt;br /&gt;I think: happiness is a decision not a state of mind&lt;br /&gt;I know: what i am&lt;br /&gt;I have: a huge collection of songs&lt;br /&gt;I wish: i was taller&lt;br /&gt;I hate: that i do not do charity&lt;br /&gt;I miss: my family&lt;br /&gt;I fear: failure&lt;br /&gt;I hear: whatevers playing on my Ipod&lt;br /&gt;I smell: nothing..smell is an exagurated feeling&lt;br /&gt;I crave: mom's cooking&lt;br /&gt;I search: for anythings thats missing obsessively&lt;br /&gt;I wonder: i will go to Hell or Heaven&lt;br /&gt;I regret: a lot&lt;br /&gt;I love: my bro...though i never tell him that&lt;br /&gt;I ache: all over after a hard day at work&lt;br /&gt;I am not: very sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;I believe: that God invented laundry to make me calmer as a person&lt;br /&gt;I dance: really badly&lt;br /&gt;I sing: in my head&lt;br /&gt;I cry: for my dad&lt;br /&gt;I fight: the urge to stop swearing and i fail everytime&lt;br /&gt;I lose: money on every bet i play&lt;br /&gt;I win: nothing&lt;br /&gt;I never: see a match i want India to win in Cricket&lt;br /&gt;I always: curse when India loses&lt;br /&gt;I confuse: between left and right&lt;br /&gt;I listen: to any kind of music&lt;br /&gt;I am scared: of rejection&lt;br /&gt;I need: water to survive&lt;br /&gt;I am happy about: a lot of things in my life&lt;br /&gt;I can usually be found: browsing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-6107284468499894925?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6107284468499894925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=6107284468499894925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/6107284468499894925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/6107284468499894925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-nutshell.html' title='In a Nutshell'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-5862262220687609850</id><published>2008-08-22T11:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:54:13.239+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME Me me'/><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Update to myself and all two of my readers :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SInce i have written all of two blogs in last two years.....i can guess correctly (for once) that no ones actually following this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that  i blog when i registered to Twitter &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/pmekala"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and decided to put an entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also remembered that i was trying to make a new layout for this blog as a way of learning/remembering some HTML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will have that up by next week....i hope!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-5862262220687609850?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5862262220687609850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=5862262220687609850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/5862262220687609850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/5862262220687609850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2008/08/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-634848342731632312</id><published>2008-04-03T15:16:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:54:12.149+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME Me me'/><title type='text'>hmmmmm.....i am back...</title><content type='html'>Well i am back in HAL(adobe of the blue elephant) and i have joined in Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;So i shall try to be more active in this space.&lt;br /&gt;Do not keep your fingers crossed though!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-634848342731632312?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/634848342731632312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=634848342731632312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/634848342731632312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/634848342731632312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2008/04/hmmmmmi-am-back.html' title='hmmmmm.....i am back...&lt;YAWN&gt;'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-6555815001241957122</id><published>2007-04-27T13:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-27T13:34:15.934+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shifted Back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back to Bangalore!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must comment, But still maintain pretence of being too busy to Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; Interesting scenario.!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well lets take a review, shall we???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shifted back to Blore and must say this"Roads have improved"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quality of life remains da same&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moved into consulting, so get paid to bull@#@t&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Felt bad to leave friends &amp;amp; family back in Hyd, but life goes on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Felt worse to leave HAL, my first company&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Shall i blog more frequently now that i am in Blore.&lt;br /&gt;Well its difficult, as i am not vela any more.&lt;br /&gt;So do not keep your fingers crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-6555815001241957122?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6555815001241957122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=6555815001241957122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/6555815001241957122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/6555815001241957122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2007/04/shifted-back.html' title='Shifted Back!!!'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-115384357445303819</id><published>2006-07-25T21:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:56:07.631+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politiks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME Me me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DostLoog'/><title type='text'>5 wierd things about me</title><content type='html'>Reading a random blog and came across &lt;a href="http://mydayzwithmyself.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. So i decided to celebrate the government unblocking my blog (or so i claim) by writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I touch my nose atleast a hundred times a day. So i guess people think i have a permanent cold and other things not that complimentary.&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate drinking coffee &amp;amp; tea, not that i dislike the taste but just the fact that they burn my toungue. AHEM !!!&lt;br /&gt;3. I think fighting with my boss and bragging about it is cool.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love to think i broke realtionships on my own accord when its very much the opposite (am i saying too much....Does not matter, please refer to my next wierd statement.&lt;br /&gt;5. I actually think People read my Blogs :D and consider myself a BLOGGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too senti for me but dats the mood now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-115384357445303819?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/115384357445303819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=115384357445303819' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/115384357445303819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/115384357445303819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2006/07/5-wierd-things-about-me.html' title='5 wierd things about me'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-114837861419718186</id><published>2006-05-23T15:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-23T15:53:52.613+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Whats the best place for a first date?</title><content type='html'>Someone i know had a first date in a very unlikely place. The Labor Room of a Hospital !!!&lt;br /&gt;And to my knowledge both of them are not doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being in the Vela Despo mood that i am in rite now, i started thinking about the best place to have a first date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes my pattha-paisa on the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A Park - Public and Private at the same time but too conventional.&lt;br /&gt;2. Coffee Shop - another unimaginative place which might not be too private&lt;br /&gt;3. Cinema - Again unimaginative but gives you more privacy esp if you are not a movie buff&lt;br /&gt;4. Exhibition/Fare - Another favored Indian haunt but a bit too loud for my liking&lt;br /&gt;5. Techno Conference - My fav as you can talk all you like while enjoying free food &amp; goodies&lt;br /&gt;6. Beach/Hill top/ Local Geographic Wonder - Again Like the park but atleast good for the scenic value&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my tribute for a couple who had a great time in the Labor room.&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;P May both of you have a wonderful life together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-114837861419718186?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/114837861419718186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=114837861419718186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/114837861419718186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/114837861419718186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2006/05/whats-best-place-for-first-date.html' title='Whats the best place for a first date?'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-114768859041161866</id><published>2006-05-15T15:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:26:18.874+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Making out Rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Do not Chew Gum&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wear as less clothes possible&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Save electricity, off all lights, feel the stuff&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do not loose eye-contact&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sit on the ducks 'hard'&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do not say thank you after you are DONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thanks for all the TIPS DQ &amp;amp; Sheets&lt;br /&gt;Another nice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seriousviruswarning.com/letters/lm10/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Finally DQ has the last say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"JUST DO IT” no more rules required!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;!!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-114768859041161866?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/114768859041161866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=114768859041161866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/114768859041161866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/114768859041161866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2006/05/making-out-rules.html' title='Making out Rules'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-114674080022323911</id><published>2006-05-04T16:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-04T16:37:27.480+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What Does your Birthdate mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: February 4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an extraordinary character - moral, responsible, and disciplined.&lt;br /&gt;Your sincerely and honesty shine through in almost every situation.&lt;br /&gt;Driven and focused, you rarely let your emotions get the better of you.&lt;br /&gt;You're level headed and rational. People count on your to look at things objectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your unwavering loyalty and ethics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Your rock solid stubbornness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Navy blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Shield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: April&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-114674080022323911?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/114674080022323911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=114674080022323911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/114674080022323911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/114674080022323911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-does-your-birthdate-mean.html' title='What Does your Birthdate mean?'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-114300065136735786</id><published>2006-03-22T09:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-22T09:40:51.393+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Day of Reckoning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Ideally I would love for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; to go for a win but will the Indians wilt under pressure and draw the series against &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; or drag out a draw. Well, Dravid will have to prove his mantle in the latter case, esp with Sehwag &amp;amp; Sachin both out injured and Laxman inexplicably left out of the team. Only he remains a batsman whos both experienced and reliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I said &lt;a href="http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2006/03/pre-intuition.html#links"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt; shall Indians make Flintoff a Hero, an even bigger one. Only time will tell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-114300065136735786?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/114300065136735786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=114300065136735786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/114300065136735786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/114300065136735786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-of-reckoning.html' title='Day of Reckoning'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-114224222762701281</id><published>2006-03-13T14:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-13T15:00:27.650+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;What’s better than a weekend with food delivered and sports on the telly all day long?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Sunday the 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of March shall always be remembered by sports fans as the day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;South Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; both rewrote the history books. But I shall remember the day just because of the sports content involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Firstly it was the India-England test series (which even with an &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/cricket/england/4798178.stm"&gt;Indian Victory in Sight&lt;/a&gt; was boring compared to the other fares on offer). Then it was the &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/motorsport/formula_one/4798696.stm"&gt;Bahrain GP&lt;/a&gt; where Alonso outsmarted Michael Schumacher for the chequered flag. After that it was a Rooney master class in a &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/eng_prem/4773706.stm"&gt;2-0 win&lt;/a&gt; for Manchester United over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Newcastle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;. The icing on the cake was Gibbs playing out of his Skin to &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/cricket/4800650.stm"&gt;win the match for South Africa&lt;/a&gt;. Then I fell asleep watching Thierry Henry and Arsenal in a &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/eng_prem/4773704.stm"&gt;2-1 victory&lt;/a&gt; over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Liverpool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;What a day!!!! PHEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Saturday was spent sleeping and a trip to Bottles and Chimneys with Ki, Ka, A and F. Was another good day spoilt by a sprained wrist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;More weekends like this please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-114224222762701281?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/114224222762701281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=114224222762701281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/114224222762701281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/114224222762701281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2006/03/perfect-weekend.html' title='Perfect Weekend'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-114183119744812749</id><published>2006-03-08T19:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:56:07.632+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politiks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME Me me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DostLoog'/><title type='text'>Marriage….WHY ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Got cornered by my aunts yesterday about when and who I shall marry. Well imagine my state when four battle hardened ladies who make you sit in a easy chair in the corner of a small room and pull chairs all around and bombard you with questions about your future. &lt;i style=""&gt;When? Who? Why so Late? Wanna be bald before you marry? You are no longer Young now? You earn enuf? Any painful break-ups? Anyone we should know about? Can we start searching? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;All that torture finally got me thinking…. WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Have listed the options here and frankly I care a hoot for what people think but if you are a well-mannered, courteous, civilized, polite, decent MORON. Please stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;So again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marriage….WHY ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Companionship: I get bored while I am lazing around my room on a Saturday but that’s how I unwind. And while I love company don’t you like having your own space? And I have enough friends who know when to come over and when to leave but marriage would actually mean that I have to put up with her for life. Read &lt;a href="http://www.perkel.com/pbl/married/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; to see the irony!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Dowry: Well I shall not steep down so low after living through a comfortable life till date (fingers crossed). Also it comes within our family that we abhor the very concept of dowry even though it remains the single reason why the education industry is thriving around the globe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The Dreaded word which got &lt;a href="http://www.pickledpolitics.com/archives/158"&gt;Sania Mirza&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.blonnet.com/life/2005/10/14/stories/2005101400060300.htm"&gt;Khusboo&lt;/a&gt; into trouble, SEX : well you get a lot of variety outside wedlock, try being decent looking, owning a car and having cash to burn (esp. for a condom). Not that I am about to do any one of these, but I can still hypothesise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Procreation: Well with the population of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; being what it is, I can be a true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; ala rang-de-basanti and do my bit for the country by not      contributing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Children: you can have one without getting married again      hypothetically esp. in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; but I have nieces and nephews to fill that void and love them,      so it really does not make a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;As hard as I tried I could not come up with another reason and      excuse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;So let me come to the first point again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-114183119744812749?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/114183119744812749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=114183119744812749' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/114183119744812749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/114183119744812749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2006/03/marriagewhy.html' title='Marriage….WHY ???'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-114118898687911703</id><published>2006-03-01T10:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-01T10:30:17.986+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Intuition</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Call it pre-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;intuition, instinct, perception or just plain dumb insight. I somehow have a feeling that inspite of &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/cricket/england/4757934.stm"&gt;all&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/cricket/england/4758274.stm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; is not going to beat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; comprehensively. Instead the very fact that Andrew Flintoff has been given the captaincy makes it good for cricketing conspiracy theory buffs to believe that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; will create an upset and win the series.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall explain later, Siebel calling :D.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hope I am wrong!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-114118898687911703?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/114118898687911703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=114118898687911703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/114118898687911703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/114118898687911703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2006/03/pre-intuition.html' title='Pre-Intuition'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113981179537556362</id><published>2006-02-13T11:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:56:07.633+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politiks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME Me me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DostLoog'/><title type='text'>A Phone call</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;D: Hey you all rite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;ME: Ya why the question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;D: you have not blogged for ages now, so I thought you were sick or dying or something like that (in a hopeful tone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;ME: Nothing like that, I have been too busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;D: Like I believe that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;ME: seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;D: So what are you doing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;ME: I am in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;, Chilling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;D: I thought you were transferred to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Hyderabad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;ME: Yes, but I had come down for the weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;D: And you want me to believe that you were too busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;ME: well……………&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Anyway since the rest of the conversation went on equally boring terms I shall stop. And I am mainly writing this blog as a tribute to all those vela Junta who follow this stupid blog and have the temerity to ask me why I have not been blogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Here’s why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Shifted to Cyberabad – Now get calls every minute about some escalation or the other- have numbers to deal with- staying out of my car/suitcase as I have found no abode for myself- still single and painfully so onto the 26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; year of my existence- and have work now so cannot blog regularly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;So here’s to Velagiri .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;God how I miss being Vela!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113981179537556362?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113981179537556362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113981179537556362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113981179537556362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113981179537556362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2006/02/phone-call.html' title='A Phone call'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113698162905635247</id><published>2006-01-11T13:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:56:07.634+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politiks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME Me me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DostLoog'/><title type='text'>Moving!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Blogger moving to Cyberabad!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So all the people who are gonna miss me, do go into depression.&lt;br /&gt;All the people who are really overjoyed and i am guessing these are in the majority, Feel jealous b'cos there always is Hyderabadi Biryani!!! Slurp :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113698162905635247?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113698162905635247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113698162905635247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113698162905635247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113698162905635247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2006/01/moving.html' title='Moving!!!'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113690447823701103</id><published>2006-01-10T20:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-10T20:17:58.270+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Someone at work is out to kill me!&lt;br /&gt;So in case i do not blog for the next few days pls inform the police.&lt;br /&gt;oh btw HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better late than never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113690447823701103?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113690447823701103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113690447823701103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113690447823701103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113690447823701103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113690495960567623</id><published>2006-01-03T22:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-10T20:25:59.606+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Another Shivsamudra Trip</title><content type='html'>This time on Dec 31st.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Now I say ‘another’ as the last trip was quite memorable but this one was even better. No major injuries, no drunken brawls, no puking, no rain, no crying girls, infact no girls at all, no laptops, no hunger pangs, no cricket, no 4 hour water throwing competition, no running out of alcohol (infact this time we had excess booze) and plenty of fags. All in all a very organised trip with plenty of booze(along with an icebox), food(courtesy MTR) and a hotpan to cook everything.&lt;br /&gt;So it all started with S (back from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;) starting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  Well this is where i fell into an avalanche of work (for lack of a better adjective).&lt;br /&gt;If you do not believe me and i know you will not.&lt;br /&gt;Check the bloody time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So i promise online that i shall do sooner than later.&lt;br /&gt;Till then pls pray that i stay alive to keep writing these boring, cribbing blogs.&lt;br /&gt;DO PRAY. PLZZZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113690495960567623?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113690495960567623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113690495960567623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113690495960567623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113690495960567623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-shivsamudra-trip.html' title='Another Shivsamudra Trip'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113595436325475099</id><published>2005-12-30T20:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:56:07.635+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politiks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME Me me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DostLoog'/><title type='text'>Awesome Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Saw snippets of the BEST and Worst of the year in most websites so came up with this post about my year.&lt;br /&gt;In 2005 I :&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Finished my post graduation and with that hopefully came to the end of the road of my academic career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Conned Wipro, Intel, MBT, Vistasoft, IBM, Covansys and I-Gate into giving me job offers. 7 offers to work (never knew I was so wanted)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Started working and more importantly &lt;b style=""&gt;EARNING&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Started taking a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; everyday and a shave every two days (unwelcome change from IIT days when the periodic activity for the same was fortnightly and monthly respectively).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Got my first Bonus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Bought my Mom a Really Nice Present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Learnt Cooking with successful results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Cut down on excesses due to a Bad Back aka Slip Disk (Now you can speculate about what excesses are :-D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Saw a VERY Close friend get married and put his life in order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Tried playing Cupid with mixed results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Spent a year SINGLE and loved every moment of it. (i.e. Became a bigger Geela)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Joined a GYM for an obscene amount and went there thrice ..to date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Invested in Mutual Funds and Insurance (Ahem…running out of things to write)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Started BLOGGING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;                                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In Effect…grown up (both mentally and physically)&lt;br /&gt;Hope the coming year will be as fruitful (AHEM) to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:red;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113595436325475099?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113595436325475099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113595436325475099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113595436325475099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113595436325475099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/12/awesome-year.html' title='Awesome Year'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113592232868152061</id><published>2005-12-28T11:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-30T11:28:48.693+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Do not want to sound as an advert for other blogs but &lt;a href="http://aashraya.blogspot.com/"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; is seriously awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the &lt;a href="http://aashraya.blogspot.com/2005/11/vyasas-dissertation.html"&gt;Mahabharata Series&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113592232868152061?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113592232868152061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113592232868152061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113592232868152061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113592232868152061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/12/awesome-blog.html' title='Awesome Blog'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113560215187199290</id><published>2005-12-26T18:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-26T18:32:31.886+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Well a whole lot of firsts for me this Christmas weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Cooked for Mom.&lt;br /&gt;Cooked for cousins.&lt;br /&gt;Did not screw up.&lt;br /&gt;Got compliments.&lt;br /&gt;Could not finish a book on a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;No plum cake and Wine.&lt;br /&gt;No Mistletoe (Not a first but who cares anyway)&lt;br /&gt;Well atleast it was not all misery but a whole lot of merry with family (Hope to see them in the nick of health even after my cooking).&lt;br /&gt;PS. That’s my Christmas Wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;And hope all of you had a fantastic Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113560215187199290?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113560215187199290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113560215187199290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113560215187199290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113560215187199290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113533818813064715</id><published>2005-12-23T17:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-23T17:13:08.143+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nice article</title><content type='html'>Well another great article from &lt;a href="http://gauravsabnis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gaurav&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hardly surprising but this one interested me so cos i have a sustained interest in both named companies. I work in one and hope to work in another.&lt;br /&gt;So read&lt;a href="http://gauravsabnis.blogspot.com/2005/12/starting-with-little-quiz-question.html"&gt; it &lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113533818813064715?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113533818813064715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113533818813064715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113533818813064715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113533818813064715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/12/nice-article.html' title='Nice article'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113471894155587458</id><published>2005-12-16T13:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:31:58.726+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I have lost interest in blogging, again. Damn !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Well I have a lot to share but most of it is under the blanket of what he/she will think. And the rest of my life is slowly becoming too routine and bland. I am bored at work, home and elsewhere. So there is nothing to write about. Comes from having no girlfriend for the past $ months, giving up smoking/drinking for the last 3 months, living like a monk, reading books like “&lt;a href="http://www.cygnus-books.co.uk/mind_body_spirit_books/monk-who-sold.htm"&gt;The monk who sold his Ferrari&lt;/a&gt;” and not having a Ferrari. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Result : too much thinking and no Action. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Yeah, I still could watch movies and write reviews but honestly it’s boring for me(quality of movies) and frankly who can actually read all that crap. I could visit places and write about the journey but have neither the time nor the inclination to ask my boss for a vacation. I could take pictures and post them but my &lt;a href="http://www.panasonic.com/consumer_electronics/ces_2004/product.asp"&gt;camera&lt;/a&gt; is not suited for still photography. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I truly don't have anything else to say. Nothing new, nothing meaningful, nothing fun so I shall crib today and then go for a drive in the company of Pink Floyd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;LIFE ROCKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113471894155587458?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113471894155587458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113471894155587458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113471894155587458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113471894155587458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/12/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113472000204138949</id><published>2005-12-14T10:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:30:02.056+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>Gals Pls pass on &lt;a href="http://www.thingsmygirlfriendandihavearguedabout.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and try to forgive me, while the Guys can enjoi. Really Really funny!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113472000204138949?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113472000204138949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113472000204138949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113472000204138949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113472000204138949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/12/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113411406508275309</id><published>2005-12-08T12:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-09T13:11:05.096+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Conversation between a teacher and a student</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Now if you are really busy, Please refrain from reading this as it may be a bit verbose.&lt;br /&gt;But if you are truly VELA, Please do read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty. He asks one of his new students to stand and....&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Absolutely, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God all-powerful?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is this God good then? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Hmm? (Student is silent.)&lt;br /&gt;Prof: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;Student :Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is Satan good?&lt;br /&gt;Student : No.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Where does Satan come from?&lt;br /&gt;Student : From...God...&lt;br /&gt;Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So who created evil?&lt;br /&gt;(Student does not answer.)&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;Student :Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So, who created them?&lt;br /&gt;(Student has no answer.)&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God?&lt;br /&gt;Student : No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?&lt;br /&gt;Student : No , sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelled your god? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;Student : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Nothing. I only have my faith.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.&lt;br /&gt;Student : Professor, is there such a thing as heat?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Student : And is there such a thing as cold?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Student : No sir. There isn't.&lt;br /&gt;(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy.&lt;br /&gt;Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it. (There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)&lt;br /&gt;Student : What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Student : You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light.... But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and its called darkness, isn't &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that&lt;br /&gt;death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.&lt;br /&gt;Student : Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?&lt;br /&gt;(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)&lt;br /&gt;Student : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavour, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?&lt;br /&gt;(The class is in uproar.)&lt;br /&gt;Student : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?&lt;br /&gt;(The class breaks out into laughter.)&lt;br /&gt;Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelled it?.....No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?&lt;br /&gt;(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)&lt;br /&gt;Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.&lt;br /&gt;Student : That is it, sir.. The link between man &amp; god is FAITH. That is all that keeps things moving &amp;amp; alive.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know who the student is....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; That young man was ALBERT EINSTEIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113411406508275309?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113411406508275309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113411406508275309' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113411406508275309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113411406508275309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/12/conversation-between-teacher-and.html' title='Conversation between a teacher and a student'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113386708025505430</id><published>2005-12-05T10:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-06T16:34:40.266+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Change of Girth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;As far as I can remember, Mom and Dad were always concerned that I was too thin. In fact Mom’s favourite story is that Dad had asked the doctor who delivered me for a tonic/medicine/Magic portion which would make me one of those chubby cute babies. Now this was 2 hours after I graced the world with my presence. :D And I had stayed thin all my life, so it was with not a very pleasant surprise that I discovered I had moved to waist size 34. I fact till third year engineering, I was a bit less than 28 and used to ask hazard salesmen why size 27 was not stocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Well I guess HAL has been nice to me and I see it as a sign of prosperity. Joining the gym today never the less!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113386708025505430?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113386708025505430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113386708025505430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113386708025505430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113386708025505430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/12/change-of-girth.html' title='Change of Girth'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113324398315490655</id><published>2005-11-29T11:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-29T11:29:43.180+05:30</updated><title type='text'>More on Manjunath</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Well a lot of blogs have come up on this subject but I guess this mail from Akhil Krishna (Manju's Friend) sums up the issue perfectly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The poor man and the stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Manju was my close friend at IIM-Lucknow. I have a Graduation Day snap with him. When I joined the IIM, he'd just returned after a Research Associate-ship in IIM-Bangalore. His topic of research, and the topic that really caught his imagination, was 'Values'.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;He often used to speak of values, looking at me deeply with those sincere-looking eyes. His favourite course in the MBA program was 'Leadership'. He spoke from the heart and hated any pretence in presenting himself anywhere – class discussion, interview anywhere.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;He used to speak of making a difference to society. He was interested in meditation and mind control - primarily as a means to overcome the impulses that make one deviate from values.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;He was a brilliant singer and the most popular guy in the batch. He always gave joy to people and brightened their lives through his singing, jokes, and his free spirit. He never spoke ill; in fact he seemed incapable of even thinking ill of anybody.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Knowing his love for upholding values, I think the highest ideal Manju would have conceived of, must have been to die for them. All of us are bound to die one day, and all of us can die only once. He became one with his highest ideal – and met a heart-rending (or should I call it glorious – a romantic idealist's glory) death. (&lt;a href="http://www.indianexpress.com/full_story.php?content_id=82603"&gt;Read&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Satyendra Dubey from IIT. Manjunath Shanmugham from IIM. How many bright and honest young men will we lose like this?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The Economist estimates that of every Rs. 100/- dispensed from the centre for the poor (such as through employment schemes), only Rs.27/- reaches the people it is meant for – the rest feeding the greed of the corrupt scum of our country. When will this Rs.27/- take the poor man to progress? And do we need to contribute Rs.73/- to the coffers of the corrupt mafia in the process?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Please remember that this Rs. 73/- is not getting wasted down the drain (that would have been better); it is actively contributing to the growth of the mafia and ever making them stronger, bigger. It's something like this – I am trying to throw a stone off my head, and every time I grow in strength by X, the stone grows in weight by 2.7X.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I am a poor man from a backward area of the country. On my head is this huge stone called corruption and goondaism - which rule my land. Will I ever be able to throw it off, or will I just get crushed under it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Other countries – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Russia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; - have had full-and-full revolutions, no less! Is our basic peace-loving nature as Indians making us soft, and consequently, impotent?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;If you think that men who are destined to get crushed by stones should get crushed by stones, read no further. If you think Manju and Satyendra Dubey were impractical idealists who should rather have written the screenplay for Hindi films, read no further. Delete this mail, right now! Though I find it hard to believe, I guess impotency can be a natural choice too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;If, however, you are outraged, and feel like spitting at the rot in our country, then first understand that there will always be some die-hard men of principles like Manju who will never waver from their principles irrespective of what you and I choose. We have a choice here – either we stand by them, and join hands with them in adhering to values. Or we keep adding weight to the stone and shed crocodile tears when the poor man gets crushed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;But then, I have always believed that all of us are born with inbuilt human values – goodness, kindness, love, wishing well for others. I have always believed that honest people are in a majority in this world and even more so in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;. It is the corrupt that are always in a minority. But because the honest people do not stand together and the corrupt ones do, they are seen as majorities &amp; they have the power to influence everything around us through these unholy groups and links – the Politicians-Criminals link, the Criminals-Bollywood link, and the Purchasing Officer-Vendor link.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;They can kill one Manju, one Satyendra Dubey, but can they kill all of us? We know they can't. And yet they kill. Most heinously, they do. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Why? Because we don't come together!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Coming together does not stop with signing an internet petition, making some noise when a tragedy happens. It means coming together in spirit. In ideology. In the way we lead our lives. In small things. It means, taking a receipt of 100 Euros for the taxi ride that cost you 100 Euros. It means, not looking left or right while writing an exam. It means, not giving a PSU purchasing officer an expensive watch because he suddenly became your personal-friend-from-previous-birth when you went to submit your tender in his office. It means, having the guts to stand up and oppose corruption – like Satyendra and Manju did.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;There is no dearth of inspiring stories – Narayaswamy, G.R.Khairnar and Alphons Kannamthanam and many many more. And Manju &amp; Satyendra if you're looking for the younger ones (they died really young didn't they…). As I said, the basic good nature in humans is strong, and good people are in a majority.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;My first foreign work-visit convinced me that Indians are one of the most intelligent beings on the planet. My subsequent visits only confirmed this. The IITs and IIMs – Satyendra and Manju's alma mater, together have an alumni that MIT, Standford and Harvard would together be hard-pressed to match. Lack of Intelligence is clearly not the reason for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;'s backwardness, it is something else – lack of inspiration, lack of initiative. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Should the intelligence we Indians are born with, come with a baggage of impotence? And how many guises this impotence takes – 'being practical', 'being tactful', 'being wiser than the hindi movie script'. At the same time our intelligence thinks of principles as 'impractical', 'the 'melodramatic hindi cinema plot', 'not for the modern day'. Being intelligent is quite alright, but can't we be Inspired, for heaven's sake?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;If I wish to really honour the memory of Manju, Satyendra and many others who have lived by their values, I should stand by them and commit myself to values too. I can't mince the words on that. I realized this when he was shot and all the old discussions we had on values came back to my mind.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;To commit yourself to values, and spit at the rot that took Manju's life, sign &lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/manju005/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; – and see for yourself that there is no dearth of good people in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;When I studied for IIT, I used the famous Physics Textbook written by Resnick, Halliday and Jearl Walker. Prof. Walker was a daredevil. He used to try out all the theories of physics in practice. The *Leidenfrost effect* is the phenomenon by which a liquid in near &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Contact with a mass hotter than the liquid's "Leidenfrost point", produces an insulating vapor layer which keeps it from boiling rapidly. In short, it says that if you walk on hot coals, the vapour of your sweat will keep your feet from burning. Prof. Walker believed in the physics that he taught, so he walked on hot coals many times, dipped wet hot fingers in molten lead, poured liquid nitrogen in his mouth.(&lt;a href="http://www.wiley.com/college/phy/halliday320005/pdf/leidenfrost_essay.pdf"&gt;Read&lt;/a&gt; &lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The great Richard Feynman, no less, has been known to have stuck his hand in water first and then into the benzene and lit it, to prove a point in physics to his friends. The first time, it worked fine, the second time though, it hurt like hell – he had grown hairs on the back of his hand. (&lt;a href="http://www.ugcs.caltech.edu/%7Eeggplant/feynman/6.html"&gt;Read&lt;/a&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ugcs.caltech.edu/%7Eeggplant/feynman/6.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Prof. Walker has often argued that physics degree granting programs should employ "fire walking" as a last exam. If the candidate's belief in physics is strong enough that the feet are left undamaged, the chairperson hands the candidate a graduation certificate. By a similar token, I as Manju's batchmate, believe that he was the truest of true leaders, because he really carried out in life the values of a true leader. The fact that I might have got a higher grade in the Leadership course might be one of the most insignificant facts inhabiting the synapses in my brain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Manju's story should inspire in at least a thousand people at least a ten percent higher adherence to values. That is really the only way I can console myself over the loss of this friend, the truest of true leaders.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Please see how you can make your contribution to make the Manju case an occasion to strike a blow to the rot in our country. It could be anything from writing a letter on this case to the editor of a newspaper, to using any of your contacts in media, to, let's say, arrange a talk show where administrators are called in and nailed down to some firm action. It could be writing an article in sulekha.com or suniti.com. Or forwarding this mail to influential contacts with some executive power. Just about anything, everything helps.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;We are also planning some protest marches, and setting up something concrete in Manju's name to recognize and encourage honest people who help deal a blow to corruption. If you can help on anything, please join in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I hate chain mails and have deleted with particular glee all those chain mails that promise dire consequences if you don't forward them on ("If you don't forward this mail within 5 minutes of reading it, God will strike you down with lightening" etc). However, since this is for a poor man with a big stone on his head, please do forward this to like-minded people. Let us strike the iron when it is hot – and strike hard.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Akhil Krishna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;IIM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lucknow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; -2003&lt;br /&gt;IIT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Madras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; – 2000&lt;br /&gt;Comments, suggestions, ideas:&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://uk.f503.mail.yahoo.com/ym/Compose?To=akhilkrishna@yahoo.com&amp;YY=44071&amp;amp;order=down&amp;sort=date&amp;amp;pos=0"&gt;akhilkrishna@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113324398315490655?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113324398315490655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113324398315490655' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113324398315490655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113324398315490655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/11/more-on-manjunath.html' title='More on Manjunath'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113324214348899209</id><published>2005-11-29T09:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-29T10:59:03.503+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back after a 4-day Haitus</title><content type='html'>Had been to Sarath's Marriage.&lt;br /&gt;Here's wishing the happy couple "A Happy Married Life"&lt;br /&gt;Photos Follow......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113324214348899209?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113324214348899209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113324214348899209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113324214348899209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113324214348899209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-after-4-day-haitus.html' title='Back after a 4-day Haitus'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113291538738981335</id><published>2005-11-25T14:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-25T16:13:07.400+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Beware Majaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Most of the Tamil movies I see are what you call recommended. Well I always had an impression that if friends recommend a Tamil movie, it would be good. But Majaa was a major shocker. I mean I have seen some bad movies but a &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;movie this bad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; would be really hard to find. After exactly 10 mins, I had the urge to leave the theatre but suffered for about 30 mins past the interval before making a run for it. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;If you really want to know how we suffered in detail, please read &lt;a href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-EdmtoNQ7equVNU1EE3yI7Pc-?p=1#comment"&gt;Mad’s Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Special mention of Vikram’s dress designer, who either is a complete nincompoop or a genius. He matches the lungi with a vest accompanied by the same coloured design on the equally flamboyant shirt. For more, watch the film but please watch out for your mental sanctity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113291538738981335?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113291538738981335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113291538738981335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113291538738981335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113291538738981335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/11/beware-majaa.html' title='Beware Majaa'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113291569678125747</id><published>2005-11-24T16:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-25T16:18:16.783+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Too many Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;A whole lot of birthdays in the last few days. Some I missed and some I remembered. So here’s wishing all of them a very great year ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Bujji (Kalyan), Pallavi, Pavan and Divya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;May the lord shower you with happiness and wish you all a very happy Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Now where’s the treat??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113291569678125747?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113291569678125747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113291569678125747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113291569678125747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113291569678125747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/11/too-many-birthdays.html' title='Too many Birthdays'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113272107477342484</id><published>2005-11-23T09:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-23T10:14:34.786+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Article in The Indian Express</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;"India empowered to me is when we are no longer called Muslim Indians but Indian Muslims" Maulana Dr Syed Kalbe Sadiq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;This is an excerpt from an awesome article on Muslims in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; in The Indian Express.Read the full article &lt;a href="http://www.indianexpress.com/print.php?content_id=82407"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113272107477342484?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113272107477342484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113272107477342484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113272107477342484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113272107477342484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/11/interesting-article-in-indian-express.html' title='Interesting Article in The Indian Express'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113265260154307466</id><published>2005-11-22T10:10:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-22T15:23:06.716+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Can justice prevail?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Manjunath Shanmugam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;, May god rest your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;By now all of you would have heard of Manjunath (IIM-Lucknow batch of 2003) who was shot dead two days back. &lt;a href="http://cities.expressindia.com/fullstory.php?newsid=158210"&gt;Details&lt;/a&gt; of this ghastly murder have been put up only on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; express (&lt;a href="http://cities.expressindia.com/lucknow.html"&gt;Lucknow version&lt;/a&gt;) and are unavailable in Rediff and Indiatimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Well so much for the state on web-journalism. Also found wanting are Hindu and Times of India, who allocate reams and reams of paper to baseless Page 3 news and advertisements (recall this week’s page-long IIPM advertisement) but do not consider this a news worthy item.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I also did a Google search on this topic and came up with just one result. Most of the details are coming from his batch mates and friends. Some of the few posts on this subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gauravsabnis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gaurav Sabnis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sharadslife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sharad Patel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dhammo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dhammonia &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do not let this dilute the fact that Manjunath paid with his life by standing up for, what he believed was right. He was an honest person who did not believe in taking the easy way out and paid for his principles with his life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Hopefully justice shall prevail and the culprits will pay for their crimes. But knowing the Indian judicial system and apathy of the Indian media, I have serious doubts. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;One more&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.telegraphindia.com/1051122/asp/frontpage/story_5507028.asp"&gt;newspaper&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;catches up&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113265260154307466?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113265260154307466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113265260154307466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113265260154307466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113265260154307466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/11/can-justice-prevail_113265260154307466.html' title='Can justice prevail?'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113256154402729496</id><published>2005-11-21T11:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-21T13:55:44.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I loved the Movie. But as every HP Fan would say, I would rather have a detailed mini-series about each year rather than have one jam-packed movie. &lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Mike Newell (&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0109831/"&gt;Four Weddings and a Funeral&lt;/a&gt;) who directs this instalment does a brilliant job but makes a few modifications which may not please Witches and Wizards watching. He has commented that he sees the novel as a suspense thriller and that the best/only way to adapt the 734-page novel would be to shed everything that doesn’t involve the main story line. Well all that is fine but why do the grindylows attack Harry after he has rescued everyone in the lake. Makes no sense and seems a bit forced doesn’t it? &lt;/span&gt;And some other issues with the movie are:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not one house elf makes an appearance in this movie.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Malfoy’s ferret scene is a disappointment.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Mad eye moddy does not have half his nose missing and does not look frightening &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;The lovely ladies of Beauxbatons especially Fluer Delacour are not as mesmerising as they could have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;No one can understand what the Weasley twins are doing? The sale Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes are not well shot.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;The Dursley’s do not even make an appearance and we lose a chance to see Ton-tongue toffee.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;            &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;A major change was the introduction of Barty Crouch Jr in the first scene of the movie. Even though it eases things along for new viewers, it is something that will definitely rankle the chains of Harry Potter purists. The Quidditch World Cup is also skipped over along with the characters of Ludo Bagman and acts a set piece to introduce the character of Victor Krum and as a set-up to the frightening entrance of the Death Eaters. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;However the movie has some spectacular special effects and some real good original dialogues. The Quidditch World Cup Stadium and the dragon sequence are stunning, but the maze does not have any obstacles except for some silly vines. But the overall visuals in the movie are amazing. Some of the dialogues, especially the one where Ron tries to tell Harry about the Dragons are a total hoot. The ball scene is also good (for all romantics) and the scene before where Professor McGonagall teaches the Ron Weasley how to dance is Paisa Wasool.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;But the one thing that I shall remember about the movie is &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0914612/"&gt;Emma Watson&lt;/a&gt;, who plays Hermione Granger. I remember a review which said she was too beautiful to be Hermione, but she will be the reason I shall see the movie again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113256154402729496?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113256154402729496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113256154402729496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113256154402729496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113256154402729496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/11/harry-potter-review.html' title='Harry Potter Review'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113231894308277844</id><published>2005-11-18T18:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-18T19:20:41.883+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Have tickets for &lt;a href="http://in.rediff.com/movies/2005/nov/14harry.htm"&gt;Harry Potter and Goblet of Fire&lt;/a&gt; courtesy &lt;a href="http://compski.blogspot.com/"&gt;GRN&lt;/a&gt;. So I am off to Hogwarts for the day. Saturday and Sunday shall hopefully be alcohol-free and will involve a lot of cricket viewing. So here wishing all of you a very very VELA weekend.I shall let Calvin have the last say on VELAGIRI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4841/1139/1600/Calvin%20%26%20Hobbes%20-%201989-06-15.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4841/1139/320/Calvin%20%26%20Hobbes%20-%201989-06-15.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best of Luck to all CAT aspirants(including my bro, Deepthi, Bala, Trra, Sandeep and others). Crack Madhi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113231894308277844?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113231894308277844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113231894308277844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113231894308277844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113231894308277844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/11/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113231045454808084</id><published>2005-11-16T14:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-18T18:12:41.736+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ganguly</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;For the past few months, Ganguly baiting has become a fashionable statement. Anyone and everyone who has or has not played/coached/commented/watched cricket has a view and here is mine.&lt;b style=""&gt; Let me say at the very beginning, that I was never a Ganguly Fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;After seeing him score a century at lords on debut and then following it up with another in the same series, I remember the hula-hoop surrounding him when he came back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Calcutta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;. I remember vividly, the interview given by his brother to Sportstar, where he said that they were getting about 100 calls a day on their Home Phone from crazed girls and how they were changing their number. He had become One of the few Bongs who was made it B’time in the past decade and was given a Demigod status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From about ’97 to 2000, he played in numerous tests and one-dayers and if people with a short memory cannot recall, this was the time of the infamous match-fixing controversy but Ganguly was quietly making a name for himself and in those days of individual-glory rather than team work, he was one of the stars of the Indian team. Now I wondered after the Azhar and Sachin Captaincy saga, why Jadeja was not chosen captain especially since he had started to play tests and was well liked by the Indian Media. Soon after Ganguly was given the captaincy, the match-fixing scandal broke through and all of us had the answer to the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this came the Nagma Episode and with the Australians in Town, it lead to a lot of questions about Ganguly’s Character. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; won that series convincingly and even though Ganguly followed it up with other successes, they all came with a silver lining as every commentator believed that with the team &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; had, we had to perform better and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; was not doing that because of Ganguly’s captaincy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Now that’s where the HOG starts, if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; did well in those days (Natwest series-World Cup-Australian Series-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; Series). It was because Ganguly believed in an individual’s talent and went all out supporting him. This leads to self belief within a team and the confidence that if he went all out and if he failed, he would still have a place in the team. This lead to players like Sehwag, Yuvraj, Kaif, Harbajan, Zaheer, Nehra and Balaji emerging from the shadows and performing outstandingly well for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;. The only downside of this was that Ganguly was playing favourites and this lead to ego-clashes with former players and discontent among emerging talent in the country that they were being ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;If you ask me, that can and must be done. Case in point Mike Hussey vs. Justin Langer and the Australian selectors got it right when they went for a seasoned performer and look at where they are now. As for the former players, they had always underachieved and could not bear to see a person who did not care a hoot about what they thought but merely looked after his team. Former players like Sunny Gavaskar (remember his 36 in 60 overs), Ravi Shastri (one of the most selfish players ever to represent India), Sidhu (Do I have to say anything?) and Manjerekar (On Ten Sports yesterday, he had the tenacity to say that Pakistanis in a Sharjah Final were like Lions and we could not do anything &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;against them. What were you, Sanjay? A moron? Hmmmm For Once i agree)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Now I am sure that all of you would have read about Ganguly’s bad qualities in tons of articles. Let me see if I can mention a few good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Ganguly, as we all know is a fabulous opener but when the situation demanded in the world cup, he made way for Sehwag and Sachin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Never say die Attitude, I can recall many matches won just because of that.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Dealing with Superstars, both Sachin and Dravid gave some of their best performances with him as Captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Dealing with Youngsters, As I said before “He made the careers of Half the Current Indian Team”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Getting under the Skin of rival Captains and coaches. Anyone recall Steve Waugh and his infamous “Ganguly is not a friend”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Making his views on anything clear…..ahem crystal clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Removing you shirt at Lords. One of the few everlasting impressions in Indian Cricket. And yet people ridiculed him for doing that, calling him unsporting and Not acting like a Gentleman(Gavaskar). I would tell Gavaskar as a Cricket Lover, that i prefer a bare-chested victory Salute rather than an Insipid defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Bouncing back from adversity. Remember Nagma, Injury, Suspension and now Politics.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure he will be back. May not be as successful again but that’s not the point. He’s a fighter who taught &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; never to wilt under pressure and had a true Lion’s Heart, which he wore on his sleeve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;So here’s Saluting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;’s greatest Ever Captain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113231045454808084?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113231045454808084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113231045454808084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113231045454808084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113231045454808084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/11/ganguly.html' title='Ganguly'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113212109828407041</id><published>2005-11-14T11:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-16T11:34:58.303+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Abolutely Fabulous Essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amitavghosh.com/about_html.php"&gt;Amitav Ghosh&lt;/a&gt; writes about the &lt;a href="http://www.amitavghosh.com/essays_html_indv.php?essay_no=20"&gt;aftermath&lt;/a&gt; of Indra-Gandhi’s assassination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113212109828407041?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113212109828407041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113212109828407041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113212109828407041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113212109828407041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/11/abolutely-fabulous-essay.html' title='Abolutely Fabulous Essay'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113170487473649364</id><published>2005-11-11T15:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-11T15:57:55.056+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IBM to expand in India - Rumor or Reality???</title><content type='html'>Been hearing a lot about &lt;a href="http://indiastockblog.com/article/4138"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hope its true.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113170487473649364?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113170487473649364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113170487473649364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113170487473649364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113170487473649364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/11/ibm-to-expand-in-india-rumor-or.html' title='IBM to expand in India - Rumor or Reality???'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113162590636814503</id><published>2005-11-10T17:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-10T18:01:46.366+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IITian according to Dilbert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4841/1139/1600/dilbert1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4841/1139/320/dilbert1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can anyone believe this crap!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your standards are falling Mr. Scott Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113162590636814503?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113162590636814503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113162590636814503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113162590636814503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113162590636814503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/11/iitian-according-to-dilbert.html' title='IITian according to Dilbert'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113154445470998033</id><published>2005-11-09T19:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-09T19:35:18.826+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Seven Things I Want To Do Before I Die&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Become a Millionaire&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Take a World trip to places like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jamaica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Amsterdam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lisbon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Venice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;New Zealand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Burma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Congo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Brazil  etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Adopt a Girl Child esp. if I do not have one biologically&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Sky dive from a moving plane&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Dance like Hrithik Roshan or Gene Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Buy a Harley or a Ferrari or a Porsche&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Start an NGO for spastic children&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;               &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Most of these are dependent on Essential Wish number One. LOL&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Seven Things I Want To Do in the Next Year&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Bungee jump again, gives you a thrill which is unforgettable&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Cook excellent food&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Learn how to dance preferably Salsa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Get a Tattoo &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Visit a Casino&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Learn to play the guitar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Become a Hard-Core Romantic&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;               &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Seven Things I Can Do NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Be a patient listener&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Make anyone laugh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Love unconditionally&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Go out of my way to help family/friends&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Make fun of myself and take jokes about me in stride&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Organize clutter&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Write about any rubbish topic and make it sound sensible (ala my blogs)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;               &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Seven Things I Can't Do EVER&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Sing &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Exercise or Wake up early &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Understand Women&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Pretend to work when Absolutely VELA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Say 'NO' to someone in need&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Control my anger&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Forget people who deliberately try to hurt me or my family&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;               &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Seven Things That Attract Me to the Opposite Sex:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Simple ,Elegant and Shy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; Eyes Eyes Eyes&lt;span style=""&gt; – &lt;i style=""&gt;blue-green pleaseeee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Neat &amp; intelligent sense of humour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Smile &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Genuinely nice, understanding and caring&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Slim &amp;amp; Cute&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Fun loving Attitude&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;               &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Seven Celebrity Crushes (in no particular order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kmmod.com/lcasta/"&gt;Laetitia &lt;span style=""&gt;Casta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004825/"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Emmanuelle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;Chriqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aishwaryarai.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;Aishwarya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;Rai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daniela-hantuchova.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;Daniela Hantuchova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indianqueens.com/Lisa_Ray/"&gt;Lisa Ray&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/sri_fan_here/"&gt;Sridevi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/bhoomikaonline/"&gt;Bhoomika&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;               &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Since this is my blog, I take the liberty of adding &lt;a href="http://www.thesonalibendre.com/"&gt;Sonali Bendre&lt;/a&gt; to this list. Any issues!! Please do the unmentionable!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Seven Things I Say Most :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Wokay or OK or okie &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Strong or Interesting or Learning’s&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;IUSS – if you say so&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Cool or B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;indaas&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Crap or $*&amp;T or WTF or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Damn&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;No issues or No problem or No worries&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Oops or Hmmmmm&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;               &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Most of which is &lt;a href="http://gaprocks.blogspot.com/2005/01/gap-crap-thittu.html"&gt;GAP lingo&lt;/a&gt; and to learn more about &lt;a href="http://gaprocks.blogspot.com/2004/09/gap.html"&gt;GAP&lt;/a&gt; read &lt;a href="http://gaprocks.blogspot.com/"&gt;DD&lt;/a&gt;’s blog.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113154445470998033?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113154445470998033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113154445470998033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113154445470998033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113154445470998033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/11/seven.html' title='Seven'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113144660786842568</id><published>2005-11-08T16:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-08T16:13:27.883+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Murugan Idly and Vengai Chutney</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;What do you say when a friend calls and says that she wants to have Dinner with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural reaction:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if she says, she’s been on a fast for the past week and needs to break it with family and since her family is out of town, you are the only one she can think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humane reaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;YES, YEs, Yes. No more Senti plzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if she says I want to have dosa with Onion chutney?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still Humane reaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;: OK whatever.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Now starts the story. I start from office and wait for K to show up. Naturally since D is hungry and I am on time, hes about 10 mins late. Another delay after this is due to attitude of Autowala’s outside HAL office. None of them are ready to come to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;MG Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;. After coaxing an auto guy to take me there for 10 bucks extra and getting there while answering numerous phone calls and sms’s from D (who was early for once, must be the hunger pangs). We are told that the only place to get Onion aka Vengai Chutney is in Kormangala which is really near my Office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;After a few curses and a 15 minute drive, we reach Kormangala just to realise that none of us have a clue about where the restaurant is located? After going round and round in search of Murugan’s Idly Shoppe amid conversations which run as follows;&lt;br /&gt;B: HA Ha HO&lt;br /&gt;D: I am hungry&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok&lt;br /&gt;D: I am really hungry and you guys are mean!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok ok ok&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Murugan Idly Yengeyy??&lt;br /&gt;Watchman: #%$ &amp;&amp;amp;^ *&amp;*$$^ *&amp;amp;%$&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: The watchman said “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Tamil Thereyada, I am new here&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: HA Ha HO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;D: Hungry!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What to do??&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: HA Ha HO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: I really want Venagi chutney, I am hungry&lt;br /&gt;Me: All this talk of food has made me hungry as well&lt;br /&gt;B: HA Ha HO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;And at last we found our shop, but alas it was closed!!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Murugan ran out of chutney yesterday but the damn shop was closed, so we went to Ponnuswamy’s and had Dosa. But alas no Vengai Chutney thr.&lt;br /&gt;So next time a friend calls and asks for vengai chutney, you now know where not to take her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Moral of Story: Be less humane&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113144660786842568?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113144660786842568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113144660786842568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113144660786842568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113144660786842568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/11/murugan-idly-and-vengai-chutney.html' title='Murugan Idly and Vengai Chutney'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113144465285844381</id><published>2005-11-07T15:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-18T17:59:32.706+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Was surfing for new blogs today and suddenly came across this very interesting blog about books and how she adores them. Well, I do too and hence decided to Copy Paste her Post and see how I compare!!! So here goes, BTW Please skip if bored or nor interested in books.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Number of Books owned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 100, not including my Management/Engineering books. But since I have started working@HAL, the number has been increasing steadily with the main benefactor being Crossword.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Books I recently brought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Chetan Bhagat’s “&lt;a href="http://www.ndtv.com/ent/booksreview.asp?id=1766&amp;bookname=One+Night+@+the+Call+Centre"&gt;One night at the Call Centre&lt;/a&gt;” and “&lt;a href="http://www.online-literature.com/tolstoy/war_and_peace/"&gt;War and Peace&lt;/a&gt;” by Leo Tolstoy&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last book I read:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Well...finished ON@TCC about 2 nights back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books on my Bed-stand as of now&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Star Wars Trilogy and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jurassic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.crichton-official.com/"&gt;Michael Crichton&lt;/a&gt;(I know this sounds extreme but stop reading if it bothers you). Another Michael Crichton Classic is &lt;a href="http://www.allscifi.com/Topics/info_590.asp?BSID=27606717"&gt;Andromeda Strain&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;One book that I couldn't finish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.melville.org/hmmoby.htm"&gt;Moby-Dick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (The Whale) with due appologies to&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.melville.org/melville.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Herman Melville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I know it’s a classic and all but it starts so slow that I could never keep up and always fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five books I cherish: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an impossible one. So just putting down the ones that randomly come to my mind (in no particular order).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pemberley.com/janeinfo/pridprej.html"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: A non-detail text, I read even before classes started. One of the best from Jane Austin with amazingly etched characters. Have seen two versions of movies but cannot say that either does justice and the less I talk about Bride and Prejudice, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0553275283/104-4506412-2487919?v=glance"&gt;Love Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: A must read for all romantics and a bad book to have if you like collecting books as this never gets returned when borrowed. And YES, I have cried the first time I read this book and one of the few books I can recite verbatim. Wanna Bet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Village by the Sea&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: One of the best books by an Indian author, this &lt;a href="http://www.contemporarywriters.com/authors/?p=auth124"&gt;Anita Desai&lt;/a&gt; book is an another non-detail text I store till date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Thorn_Birds"&gt;The Thorn Birds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;by Colleen McCullough is described as “A Coming of age story of a young Australian girl in a forbidden love affair” but I think it’s much more. It talks about family values, life in Australian farms and about the ultimate sacrifice, Man has ever known. A true classic and a must read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;PG Wodehouse’s Jeeves series&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Every one of them is as good as the other. A great book to have on long train journeys (have you seen the look on your co-travellers face when you burst out laughing).&lt;br /&gt;Books missing from this list Motorcycle Dairies, &lt;a href="http://www.online-literature.com/dumas/threemusketeers/1/"&gt;Three Musketeers&lt;/a&gt;, Harry Porter series, Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance, If tomorrow comes etc etc etc.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Authors I want to read but am too embarrassed to say so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.georgette-heyer.com/"&gt;Georgette Heyer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Well I had read just one short story book by her and was impressed with the language and style coupled with the fact that the tall handsome hero with the soft curls always gets the Virgin Heroine who as you would expect is really beautiful, what if she’s just a kid. The situations were so ripe that they could be scripted into a bolly/tolly/kolly/hollywood movies with the minimum of effort. Wonder why this has not been done!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Authors I Hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;: Shobha De and &lt;a href="http://website.lineone.net/%7Ejon.simmons/roy/tgost1.htm"&gt;Arundhati Roy&lt;/a&gt;. No reasoning here just a matter of personal choice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113144465285844381?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113144465285844381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113144465285844381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113144465285844381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113144465285844381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/11/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113049911106124315</id><published>2005-10-28T16:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-28T17:06:13.510+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy DIWALI !! and Vela-GIRI</title><content type='html'>Well since i will be offline for the next 4days,&lt;br /&gt;Here's wishing all of you a Very Happy Diwali.&lt;br /&gt;Shall be fielding Visits &amp;amp; calls for the rest of the Holiday Period.&lt;br /&gt;So do feel free to drop in (and taste my mom's cooking) or call (and hear her blessing "GOd Bless you maa!!!" ).&lt;br /&gt;Yup mom's on a visit and hence i shall be very very busy(UnVELA) for the holiday period, but that means a respite from my cooking for both me and my dear bro, who btw is counting hours for my mom's arrival.&lt;br /&gt;So here's giving a total VELA-Call to everyone next week.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, next week is a VELA-Week, check out the number of holidays!!!&lt;br /&gt;So have a great time and do not let the weather affect dampen your SPirits!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113049911106124315?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113049911106124315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113049911106124315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113049911106124315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113049911106124315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-diwali-and-vela-giri.html' title='Happy DIWALI !! and Vela-GIRI'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113032386640629782</id><published>2005-10-26T16:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-26T16:21:06.413+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Best joke ever!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;A chicken and an egg are lying in bed. The chicken is leaning against the headboard smoking a cigarette with a satisfied smile on its face. The egg, looking a bit ticked off, grabs the sheet, rolls over and says ... Well, I guess we finally answered "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT question&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Courtesy : Bracket@IIMB&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113032386640629782?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113032386640629782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113032386640629782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113032386640629782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113032386640629782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/10/best-joke-ever.html' title='Best joke ever!!!!!'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113015132178511604</id><published>2005-10-24T16:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-26T16:04:47.090+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Visa applications!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Whoever said VISA application interviews are the hardest thing before going to the States.&lt;br /&gt;Have they tried filling the &lt;a href="Http://evisaforms.state.gov/"&gt;Application Forms&lt;/a&gt;. They are too Hilarious!! One section actually says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been arrested or convicted for any offense or crime, even though subject of a pardon, amnesty or other similar legal action? &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ya Like i would Say "Yes"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Have you ever unlawfully distributed or sold a controlled substance (drug), or been a &lt;b&gt;prostitute or procurer for prostitutes&lt;/b&gt;? &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hmmm Interesting!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Have you ever been refused admission to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;U.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;, or been the subject of a deportation hearing, or sought to obtain or assist others to obtain a visa, entry into the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;U.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;, or any other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;U.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; immigration benefit by fraud or willful misrepresentation or other unlawful means? &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blah Blah &amp; Blah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Do you seek to enter the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;United States&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; to engage in export control violations, subversive or terrorist activities, or any other unlawful purpose? Are you a member or representative of a terrorist organization as currently designated by the U.S. Secretary of State? Have you ever participated in persecutions directed by the Nazi government of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Germany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;; or&lt;br /&gt;have you ever participated in genocide? &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Dis is too much, Giving Ideas and all!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Have you ever been afflicted with a &lt;b style=""&gt;communicable disease of public health significance&lt;/b&gt; or a &lt;b style=""&gt;dangerous physical or mental disorder&lt;/b&gt;, or ever been a drug abuser or addict? &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Yes, that’s why I am APPLYING for a Visa!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113015132178511604?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113015132178511604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113015132178511604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113015132178511604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113015132178511604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/10/visa-applications.html' title='Visa applications!!!'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112989011167709228</id><published>2005-10-21T11:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-21T16:11:37.176+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Am i a Cook?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4841/1139/1600/caesar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4841/1139/320/caesar1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I Know! I Know! Everytime I take a break, I give a crappy excuse for not blogging. And believe me, this time its not going to be any different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to begin my mom came visiting along with an aunt and a few cousins and they decided that we needed better looking after and bought all sorts of household items for cooking which set me back quite a few thousand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I had to start cooking just to justify my investment and at this point I have a statement to make. Cooking is one of the easiest things in the world. Seriously if I can cook rasam, dal, chicken etc after limited (read extended) instructions on the phone (courtesy Airtel), then I think anyone can. I have reached such a proficiency level that I am inviting friends over this weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;So here’s wishing DD, Lamba and my bro all the luck in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Also here are a few mesgs urging me to blog and this is just today and only from my workplace. Never knew my blogs had so much following.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;S$$$$$$ $ R$$ -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; how come you have not blogged&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;T@@@ S@@@@-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; also what happnd to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; blog?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;B##### N######### -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; No blogs for along time, what happened?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Phew, too much fan following I say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;PS.. Too boring i say!!!!&lt;br /&gt;PPS.. Pic courtesy &lt;a href="http://theblabberwocky.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blabberwocky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112989011167709228?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112989011167709228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112989011167709228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112989011167709228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112989011167709228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/10/am-i-cook.html' title='Am i a Cook?'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112858417344150581</id><published>2005-10-06T13:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-06T13:06:13.466+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I have not blogged for almost a month now. After numerous people asked/ mailed/ called/ questioned/ badgered me to know the reason, I decided to come out with this blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Firstly&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Who says Weekends are for relaxing?? Part TWO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Let me keep this short as it’s been quite a while and frankly you have read the more interesting part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Sunday&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Dropped girls home – Went to P’s promotion party – met aunty – went to airport – reached Delhi – no reservation at Radisson waited for 30 mins - called AMEX– Booked a Costlier room – Slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Monday&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Woke up and had an awesome breakfast – went to STEW in Gurgoan – cheated by taxi guy (and that too, a sardar, too bad!!!) – was in class all day – yawn, yawn and yawn. Met Soo, Lamba and other Team Blue junta. And then more yawn- yawn and more Yawn. Had a Meeting with boss, which ran very very late. Started from office only at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="8"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;8:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="10" hour="10"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;10:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; flight, went to the hotel and checked out. Got stuck in traffic – so missed my flight – took an early morning flight and since I had checked out of my club class deluxe suit in Radisson, I went Pubbing in NCR(National Capitol Region). After having lukewarm Beer and awesome Parathas(curtosy Tanku Maharaj, near IIFT) – Saw IIFT – saw lamba being treated like Royalty – Went to his house and slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Tuesday&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Woke up at 4 and believe me after the exertions of Monday this was hell. After that spent about 45mins trying to explain the whereabouts of lamba’s house to the Hertz guy. Got to the airport and met P, Who was coming for his early morning flight. Reached &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; and back to velagiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Back to Blogging…. Yawn yawn…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Now, after the crappy narration&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;above, I expect no one to continue reading&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;but if you still are, let me narrate a crazy dialogue between me and HH35. Btw, I have renamed GD as HH35 [HH=Her Highness, What’s 35? Her age maybe] No clue what, So if you wanna know why-what-how, just remember that this is my blog and I have complete intellectual rights so if you do not like it you have two choices ala &lt;b style=""&gt;The rock&lt;/b&gt; in ‘Welcome to the Jungle’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Option A: Quit reading and get on with your boring life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Option B: Do the unmentionable and plzz spare me the details!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;For those still reading, here goes the conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Me: Thinking of quitting blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;HH35:What !!!!! Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;ME : Cos I decided to write this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;HH : what’s HH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;ME : Her Highness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;HH: clusssshhhssssshhhhhhhhhhh (try saying this and you know what I mean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;HH : slap slap slap slap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;HH: that’s too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Me: ya too much violence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;HH : okiee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;HH : (a remark I shall never agree to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;HH: Prasanth is the sweetest guy I have known, let me see if you type this down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;HH: aren’t you getting sick and tired of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;HH: you want me to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Me: (Grin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;HH: this is crazy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Me: (Grin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;HH: This is sick!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Me: (Grin)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;HH: When are you stopping this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Me: (Grin)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;HH: Stop typing or else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Me: (Grin)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;HH: Stop grinning and typing everything I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Me: OK OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Well I had to stop here, it was becoming too violent and I am human, contrary to what people think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;BTW, Reasons for not Blogging in such a Long time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Well I can say a lot of things and give a lot of crappy reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I was very busy with work (Like you guys will believe that)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I had to go home(Visag) for personal reasons (Believable and true)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Was stuck in floods on the way back (True again but I guess not believable)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My house was flooded and I was building a dam (Hmmm!!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Swam all the way here (You tell me if you believe it)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Was caught up in work after I came back (Well!!! What say?)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Was getting kicked out of my house and could not find a place to stay(Very much true)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Am homeless and living on the road and hence could not find time to blog (Ya rite!!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Since I was homeless and had seen too many calamities in the past few days ie. Katrina, Rita, Mumbai Floods, Andhra Floods {No fancy names here, read &lt;a href="http://gaprocks.blogspot.com/2005/09/katrina-9-11-7-7-etc-and-indian.html"&gt;DD&lt;/a&gt; on the topic}. So I decided to take Sanyas and pray for all humanity and world peace in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Himalayas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; and hence could not blog. (Ahem, enough for the day. Me thinks)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112858417344150581?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112858417344150581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112858417344150581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112858417344150581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112858417344150581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/10/resurrection.html' title='Resurrection'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112858307655079551</id><published>2005-10-06T12:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-06T12:47:56.556+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Condolences</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;My heartfelt condolences to Raju Bava, Sangeeta Akka, Atha and Family. A blog is such a poor format for this kind of message but I just wanted to express my condolences to you on such an unexpected and untimely loss. You are not alone in your feelings of sadness and loss. Bereavement often brings with it self-doubt and anxiety about one's own personal worth. But I sincerely hope that you find solace in his memories and find the strength to overcome your grief.&lt;br /&gt;You are in my thoughts and prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112858307655079551?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112858307655079551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112858307655079551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112858307655079551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112858307655079551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/10/condolences.html' title='Condolences'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112615417851361956</id><published>2005-09-08T09:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-08T10:06:18.533+05:30</updated><title type='text'>High!!! and dry!!!!</title><content type='html'>I guess i write nothing when i am high!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Something i read today. Got me thinking!! Well if i cant recall anything i said or did when i was high, So how can i write?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kewal i say !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a quote i read in coffee world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is the curse of the drinking classes.&lt;br /&gt;- Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to work...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112615417851361956?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112615417851361956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112615417851361956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112615417851361956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112615417851361956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/09/high-and-dry.html' title='High!!! and dry!!!!'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112597913851739900</id><published>2005-09-06T09:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-06T11:58:39.706+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Who says Weekends are for relaxing??  Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;The last two weekends have been more work than regular weekdays. Now here I do not mean that I have working for my company but merely stating the fact that they have been so much activity in the weekends that I think I need a break from weekends. But alas, all you get after a weekend is a Monday, and boy do they suck!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Now I have said that I am writing about just the weekends but last weekend actually goes on from Thursday nite till about Tuesday morning as Friday was a holiday and I was in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Delhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; on Monday. So here’s a block by block account for what happened, now all this is just a rambling of a work afflicted idiot so please do not be offended and if any of the below mentioned facts have been omitted or altered from what happened, it has been done so that anonymity can be retained. But if you still feel peeved, I can tell you that this remains my intellectual property and I have complete rights over this so you can do the unmentionable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Thursday&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Firstly I have to say “Sorry” to AR. Following is the true narrative and I will not pull any punches or try to give excuses. Thursday nite I was well and truly sloshed. I had a really bad day and was dead tired and all I remember is talking on the phone with DQ. I am really ashamed of what I did and I swear on anything and everything that I do not have any recollection of what happened. Well now in retrospect I think I should have accepted GD’s offer of going to Tiaka’s. Well if only!!!!!! Anyway, I very publicly and ashamedly offer AR, My heart-felt apologies. Really Really Sorry AR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Friday&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;I woke up at about 8 thinking that I had gotten really really drunk the previous night and had a huge hangover. But I had to go to office that day as I had yet to book my tickets for Sunday’s trip to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Delhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; and also had to get Bro’s CAT application. So left Su’s house at about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="8" minute="30"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;8:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; and did both these things and while I was in IIMB, caught up with a lot of friends. Ordered pizza with Prithvik and in the process dumped my luncheon plans with DQ but for all this I plead guilty with just an excuse – HANGOVER. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Came home and relaxed for about 2 hours before I called Su who told me of my behaviour the previous night. Was absolutely flabbergasted and spent the next 2 hours apologising to everyone involved till people began to swear at the very mention of the word ‘sorry’. Thought I shall go and apologise in person when Bala and some other guys from IITM called saying they were in town. So went to B-11 with them but did not drink at all. Had dinner at Nandhini and came home to LIMPY, Andaman and Kibm drinking at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Now this time I was as much a spectator as junta in Su’s house were the day before but Kibm and Limpy really went bonkers. It was Fun but I still had a bad hangover so went to bed early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Saturday&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Woke up and went to office. Spent an unproductive 2 hours before going to Su’s house as he was going back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Birmingham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; that day. Had lunch and then drove him to the airport while frantically copying Super, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; and Sarkar on to my TP.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Had an enlightening conversation with R and A on the way. Avoided my gaze for about half the journey to the airport as there was yet another kind of movie running in the back seat. Before you get any ideas, it was a sob story not the kind you guys were eyeing for. Perverts!!! But then again who else would read my blog. Read on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Dropped him in the airport and then had a sort of snack fest at the airport lounge where I hogged everything from a Hot-dog to a Khatta role. But that being my first meal of the day it was very satisfying. Went back to office with A and R and collected my tickets and hotel reservation slip. Then drove the back to Su’s house. The plan then was to drop everyone at Deep’s house and park the car. But I was invited to go to Tiaka’s and considering what happened last time I balked at that suggestion, I really wanted to go. So I dropped everyone at Deep’s place and proceeded to Taika’s where DQ and SR were waiting along with Scary. Well Scary’s husband was in a bar someplace close so she left us and joined us and left us again and joined us again. Ya I know it’s confusing but what do I do if she’s scary as well as confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Anyway we then went in (cover charge of 600 bucks per couple, free entry for girls) and went directly to the dance floor. Well it was supposed to be the dance floor but it was anything but that with people sitting around on a gallery sort of stands and nobody dancing even though the music was awesome. Well we ordered drinks (I had just one considering the exertions of Thursday and also the fact that I had to drive back). After some time the place really started to groove and turned into one of the best hip-hop joints I had ever been into. The pace of the music was electrifying as was the crowd and DJ played to the crowd to perfection. When all this was going on Angelina and SR kept disappearing at regular intervals just so that I and DQ had space (ironically, it was too crowded on the floor) to ourselves or else they thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;After some dancing and then some more dancing during which I got a lot of filmy dialogues from DQ (aka Drama Queen) who said things like “I am soo hungry, but I shall not eat anything”. I can bet all the money in the world that none of you would guess why? Well she claimed she had no money so created a major drama which would have put Shakespeare to shame. Once I got the reason, being the chivalrous guy that I am (no less than two people have told me this, so pls let me have my say), I ordered food for her and force fed her while she dramatised saying things like I shall definitely pay you back etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;But the dramatization had just yet begun on what turned out into a total adventure of a night. We had had enough of the dance floor so we went and sat in the lounge. This was when DQ and SR said that it was too late for them to go home and hence were homeless for the night. I (being the chivalrous chap as stated before) offered to lend them my house at the expense of Limpy and co (I had the only key to the house).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;But I hit an unexpected barrier as DQ being the drama queen immediately said “I shall sit up all night”. Now I do not have any pretensions about being suave and handsome, some kind soul might put me as being reasonably presentable but by no means am I thinking of myself as Don Juan so I put on my inadequate conservative thinking cap and came to the conclusion that she misunderstood my helping nature as something which frankly did not occur to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;So I suggested we take the car and drive all night (third time chivalrous) when SR said she has a place to stay and I only needed to entertain DQ. By this time DQ realised that I was apprehensive and mistook it as reluctance to admit her into my house. So being the DQ she was made an awesome statement “I am homeless, I have no where to go, no body cares for me”. Well if this was after 2 vodka’s I would like to hear her talk after 5 or 6 strong ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Anyway to cut the long story short, we got into the car and started to drive around when RP (who was at deep’s place) called and said she wanted to go home. So I was stuck between two unique problems, so I dropped DQ at my place and picked up AS and company and dropped them home. Now I can only imagine what they thought of the gal in the car but at this point in time I was too tired, wet and totally confused to do anything about it, so I just shut up and asked them to take the situation at face value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Then I had to drop SR at her friends place but the roads were so flooded and at one point of time we were driving through waist high water (I forgot to mention it was raining buckets by now). So we abandoned the idea and went back to my flat where SR really started enjoying herself by pulling up DQ and her manifestations. She used well known phrases which included words like “lie down”, “molest”, “irresistable”etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;After watching “Sarkar” for some time, we called it a nite. And what a night it was, Phew!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Sunday&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Sunday will always be remembered as the day my Landlords decided to kick to me out. Imagine scores of drunken parties, late nite music, fatty’s antics but still all it required for them to give us the nod (or the kick) was two girls leaving the house at about 8 in the morning. Well does not say much for tenant-landlord relationships right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Anyway woke up and after DQ being as inquisitive as she is, unearthed some crazy stuff (for which I claim total innocence and blame Limpy) in our house, left the house in full view of all tenants and the landlords. Went had breakfast at Adiga’s and dropped both the girls at their respective adobes, but not before DQ put in that morning’s quota of dialogues. “Please drop me here, I shall catch a auto” and “I fell so guilty that your Landlords saw us”, Well the actual dialogues were much more dramatic but lets leave it there as I cannot recall so much prose in one go.&lt;br /&gt;Came back home and packed and started to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Delhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But that’s in Part Two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112597913851739900?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112597913851739900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112597913851739900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112597913851739900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112597913851739900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/09/who-says-weekends-are-for-relaxing.html' title='Who says Weekends are for relaxing??  Part One'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112549795509902343</id><published>2005-08-17T19:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-06T09:22:58.113+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Appreciate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Why does love have to become something like a barter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;I never quite understood it but my dad provided me with an insight. He said Love is doing something for someone close and not thinking about it ever again. This is precisely why relationships fail. And here I am not thinking of anything romantic. Just think of anything you have done for another human being and see if you have not asked for a favour in return. Well I tried yesterday after coming across this thought and I found that I could not think of a single instance. That apparently sums up the mood for this blog!&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Now I was thinking of things I miss and things I yearn for and decided that I came to know the true value of things only after I started to miss them. So I decided to appreciate good things in my life instead of trying to attain the impossible or the improbable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Do not think of what you do not have but think of what you have and appreciate that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;This is what gives you complete happiness!! (Boy, I would be amazed if I achieved that!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Now I may not be Tolstoy or Marx who have given people food for thought and can influence thinking but I know one thing if you do not appreciate good things in your life you will never experience happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;PS… Me totally sloshed…so excuse the content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;And read more crap on Life written by some other blogger…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Life is full of hypocrisy and contradictions. In a world of extreme competition everything is fair as long as one does not challenge the norms of the established society and camouflages an alternative perspective within the realms of power and affluence. The only other possibility is living under the diktat of what has been approved and pre-judged by the society.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;I come from such a society and life where it ain’t possible to survive without hypocrisy and contradictions. It puts me at great unease searching for answers to questions that have for long haunted my imagination. And yet I am faced with the same contradictory positions and hypocritical postures in my quest. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;In this journey with other bloggers I intend to pick up some relevant social issues and seek answers. I hope we all will make an endeavour in at least discussing these issues….its not up to us to transform the society. It requires a revolution to do that….but may be it’s the start of one! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Too much work I say, chill madi and stay VELA.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112549795509902343?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112549795509902343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112549795509902343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112549795509902343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112549795509902343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/08/appreciate.html' title='Appreciate'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112382558068757702</id><published>2005-08-12T10:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-05T19:32:16.462+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME Me me'/><title type='text'>Kwaheri !!!!</title><content type='html'>Just in case any of you got that, Let me please repeat that in english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home today after about 4 months, bought a gift for mom , everyone else can take a hike. But more importantly and even more hopefully, Pray she likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing all this with a slight hangover due to a pub called "Legends of rock" where Karan, Hoosh and i tried to get wasted yesterday. Had a long conversation with a ST after that and covered so many topics that i felt i cannot talk to her any more. But being the chatterbox that i am, started off today morning again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well going to miss Bangalore weather and my friends!!&lt;br /&gt;But shall be back on thursday. until then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tog, Adios and Jaaw!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112382558068757702?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112382558068757702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112382558068757702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112382558068757702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112382558068757702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/08/kwaheri.html' title='Kwaheri !!!!'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112364795964092042</id><published>2005-08-10T09:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-05T19:31:19.302+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Velagiri'/><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;To say "Thank You" is one of the most natural things, a cultured person learns by principle or by practice. Well I say cultured but yesterday someone actually said that I do not thank people enough, so I decided to be thankful to that useful bit of information and thank them in the best possible manner.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Now I have said best possible manner but let me tell you this is just my point of view and others who do not like this can be thankful to the fact that I do not tell them to take a hike.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elite.net/%7Erunner/jennifers/thankyou.htm"&gt;So here’s “Thank You” in over 465 languages.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Thank you for reading this crap, BTW.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112364795964092042?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112364795964092042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112364795964092042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112364795964092042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112364795964092042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/08/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112349993786470271</id><published>2005-08-09T12:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:53:33.262+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME Me me'/><title type='text'>Why do i Blog?</title><content type='html'>Because of the fact that I claim to be a Blog addict and am most certainly not, added to the fact that I am hopelessly lazy, I could not post a proper blog last week. But today I started writing this and as usual, I had no clue about what to write. So I thought I shall blog for the Blog of it and if anyone reads this, well!! not my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well blogging for me is a stress reliever and after talking to my boss for about 3 hours, I guess I have the right to torture other people with musings like this. Now let’s get to the 4 stages of browsing as it’s popularly known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for me it started as it does for most guys/gals during graduation years when you have time and money to kill along with a small problem called a hormonal overgrowth (people might smirk saying this is too late but what we Indians lack in one aspect, we make up in another. Look at the population growth for Crying out loud). After discovering the joys of internet back during pre graduation and discovering things which frankly are still the most educating courses of any person’s lives. For convenience sake (and the lack of a proper sex education in India) I call this stage “The Enlightenment”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People move into the next stage to see if they could actually get to do all that they have seen. This stage is known as the chatting stage where people try their hand in communicating the fact that they are cool. Most people tend to find nameless, faceless people more interesting and scintillating than people right in front of you. Thankfully I was young enough to be scared so as not to actually getting around towards meeting the fellow chatters, else I am sure that opinion I had on them to be scintillating would also rapidly change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google helped me when I was above the Communication stage so lets call this stage simply “Google”. Well if you ever reach a stage in your life and you don’t know what to do, try searching the answer on Google as it always helps. If not directly atleast it gives you a distraction and keeps you occupied. The irrelevant can turn out to be very very relevant and vice versa which actually distresses you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Blogging, well who else will even listen to my continuos cribs/complaints except jobless morons like you. So for your benefit (and mine lest I become crazy) I write these crappy monologues which are defined for literary sense as Blogs or Live journals. So for your Sake and mine BLOG, BLOG, BLOG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112349993786470271?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112349993786470271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112349993786470271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112349993786470271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112349993786470271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-do-i-blog.html' title='Why do i Blog?'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112314434296360836</id><published>2005-08-04T13:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-05T16:34:32.700+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Who's voice in the MoRe Room is CUTE?</title><content type='html'>I learnt a new thing today.&lt;br /&gt;K's voice, whatever he says is supposed to be cute!!(according to people in Mo Re Ro)&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i never hear things like that for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I mean i am called by my nickname for a certain reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sheeets, say it once more so that i can say 12. or 13...?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno, i lost count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112314434296360836?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112314434296360836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112314434296360836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112314434296360836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112314434296360836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/08/whos-voice-in-more-room-is-cute.html' title='Who&apos;s voice in the MoRe Room is CUTE?'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112313582785347666</id><published>2005-08-04T11:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-04T11:45:50.583+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Best Hostel in the world</title><content type='html'>For old times sake..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hostel.iitm.ernet.in/mandakini/"&gt;Mandakini Hostel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112313582785347666?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112313582785347666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112313582785347666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112313582785347666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112313582785347666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/08/best-hostel-in-world.html' title='The Best Hostel in the world'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112304049978005686</id><published>2005-08-03T20:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-04T11:43:52.256+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Awesome sites</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;If you think you have seen it all on the net.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Think again!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.single-tapete.de/maine.html"&gt;A German company is making wallpaper for people who live alone. The wallpaper has a photo of a "flatmate"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;hmmm Maybe Su can try this!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112304049978005686?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112304049978005686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112304049978005686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112304049978005686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112304049978005686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/08/awesome-sites.html' title='Awesome sites'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112303764021270991</id><published>2005-08-03T08:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-03T08:24:00.220+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Spoken too soon!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday while i was talking to Casio, i mentioned that i had nothing to do and i was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within minutes i had work to do and ended the day making 5 calls and working till 7:30 in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to staying Vela and not saying anything about it. CHEERS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112303764021270991?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112303764021270991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112303764021270991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112303764021270991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112303764021270991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/08/spoken-too-soon.html' title='Spoken too soon!!!'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112288730159635798</id><published>2005-08-01T21:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-01T14:40:57.940+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All’s well that ends well @Shivasamudra Falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;After months of planning, deliberation, postponement, rescheduling and more planning. We finally got to go for the outing. Now I consider this initial tirade about planning essential as we as a gang were planning this trip since about a year and when it finally materialised it did live upto its expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;So we got together on Friday evening to celebrate R’s birthday and during dinner &amp;amp; drinks at Inchara, made the final arrangements. Then the plan actually got into action as K and I went to get booze (about 48 cans of KF strong and an Australian wine did the trick). Came back and hogged like crazy before Su dropped me home with plans to go to some sanctuary and saying that he would pick me up at 6 in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Well the plan was still tentative and I got a reality shock in the morning after I had taken a bath at 6 (the whole narration is non-fiction, so hold your breath) and came to know that the venue had been shifted to Shivasamudra Falls and also that people had just woken up and the whole program had been revamped as A was flying down from Hyderabad for this event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Now knowing our gang I knew it was highly improbable that they stick to even this altered plan or for that matter any plan. So proceeded to wash my clothes and do Sudoku before I got a call saying I should come up to Su’s place instead of they picking me up. Since Su’s car does not have an audio system I also had to take my TP along with me and the fact that autos are extremely difficult to obtain near my place, I had to walk lugging my hand-all for a considerable distance and two phone calls, before I actually found one auto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Once I reached Su’s place (at about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="8"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;8:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;) I realised that I was the last one these and we started at once after a round of vulgar obscenities. After that it was a nice drive where I and Su changed hands on the driving wheels and generally took the new Maruti for a ride. Had breakfast at Kamat, which was a bloody awesome place and then went on to a Reliance Bunk in a certain City/Town/Municipality/Taluk (as claimed by our very own R) but the city (read village) was so advanced that it did not even have credit card access in the filling station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;We reached Mandhya at about 12 and from there it was a 30 minute drive along which they are quite a few beer cans scaterred amid chaotic shouts as one of the beer cases was done with. Reached the falls at about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="1"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;1:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; and soon Su was commenting that this was not the place he came initially. So all of us were a bit apprehensive and thinking whether we made a mistake coming here, but our confused and confounded host had hit the jackpot as the first view of the falls themselves were awesome. As perplexed and baffled he might have been, Su was soon beaming with pleasure and forgot to lock the car in a hurry to get to the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;From the next two hours, we had fun unlimited as we tried to compete with the furious tirade of the water by consuming as much beer as humanly possible and disrupting the flora and fauna with wave upon wave of subhuman noises. You would be surprised to know how difficult it is to open a beer can once you are drunk enough to break the seal opener with which it is manufactured. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;And then began another round of antakshari with R signing yet another Dig song that no one understand but all of us got thoroughly wet with continuos splashing and generally behaving like a bunch of behemoths. Anyway at this point A got totally smashed and fell into the muck(later, he would claim that he did not remember changing his clothes or where he kept his watch). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;After some more frolicking on the water shore, we changed and made our way back to the vehicles in a haphazard manner while trying to see that we did not leave anything except empty beer cans behind (all you environmentalist, please excuse us). Once we reached the vehicles and were deciding where to eat lunch, we heard a scream saying that Sa way injured. Apparently Su had tried his hand at throwing the ball and Sa was playing fetch when he fell into a ditch and injured himself severely. He could not even get up and the screams we heard were only partly due to his severely intoxicated, injured state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;We quickly went down to the place he was lying and saw that he had cut his knee really badly. Someone got the First aid kit from the car and I tried patching him up as well as I could. We then carried him over to one of the cars and put him beside another of that days victims ‘A’. ‘A’ had absolutely gone over the edge and was seen puking his guts out quite a few times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Then started a series of arguments which generally had only one purpose which was to scream at the top of your voice while trying to appear sober. Firstly the colonial cousins P and Su had a go and after that I and Su had a shouting binge. After unanimously deciding that we would all start back only after all of us sobered and that would take atleast one hour, we started at once and drove to the nearest cliff edge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Friends, Romans (whoever) and countrymen who are reading this. Please do not panic as the gist of what I am about to say is that we just went to the edge of the cliff not to commit mass suicide but to enjoy nature and view the scenery which was truly breathtaking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;After downing a couple of sodas and having a refreshing talk where the words “Sorry” figured prominently. We decided to get Sa back as soon as possible and so decided to drive back. The drive back was uneventful except that we came back via kanakpura and saved about 50 kms worth of distance, petrol and effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Lesson learnt: You tend to drive effectively when drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Anyway 5 of us had dinner at a dhabha while the others took Sa to the hospital. He had about 4 stiches on his leg while. K on the other hand had taken a bus to gultland to meet his better half. A recovered completely to even give us insights about the weather and how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; fares in cricket matches. I must say I liked him better when he was wasted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Anyway a not so glorious end to an awesome triip but as Shakespeare once said and wrote “All’s well that ends well”. So for the people who missed you can make lots of Oinks, grunts and guffaws because that’s what you can do. &lt;b style=""&gt;Sayonara.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;PS.. I would have uploaded photos along with this narrative if it had not been for a certain Lazybones who goes around showing his new CASIO watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112288730159635798?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112288730159635798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112288730159635798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112288730159635798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112288730159635798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/08/alls-well-that-ends-well-shivasamudra.html' title='All’s well that ends well @Shivasamudra Falls'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112255594605758452</id><published>2005-07-28T18:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-28T18:35:46.063+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yahooooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;People actually asking me: “Why I stopped Blogging?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;They actually read this crap!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;That’s one of the two compliments I got today.&lt;br /&gt;The other being that I am an all-rounder and should not worry about not topping in class.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm guess I am really starved for compliments if I actually put these up here!!&lt;br /&gt;And I also guess that you are complete losers to actually read these blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112255594605758452?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112255594605758452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112255594605758452' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112255594605758452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112255594605758452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/07/yahooooooo.html' title='Yahooooooo'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112253500964260120</id><published>2005-07-28T12:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-28T12:46:49.650+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Anniyan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Anniyan breaks all records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.indiatimes.com/articleshow/1176229.cms"&gt;http://movies.indiatimes.com/articleshow/1176229.cms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.. DDedicated to a moron who’s moving to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Tam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;GoD Bless Tam Brahs!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112253500964260120?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112253500964260120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112253500964260120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112253500964260120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112253500964260120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/07/anniyan.html' title='Anniyan'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112235294973634795</id><published>2005-07-25T10:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-26T10:12:29.743+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life at IIT Madras</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;A bit outdated but still worth a read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/id2/rmukund/IITlife.html"&gt;http://www.angelfire.com/id2/rmukund/IITlife.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112235294973634795?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112235294973634795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112235294973634795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112235294973634795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112235294973634795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-at-iit-madras.html' title='Life at IIT Madras'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112160479054744621</id><published>2005-07-17T18:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-17T18:25:04.966+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life sucks and then you die!!</title><content type='html'>Reflects my mood today.&lt;br /&gt;No idea what the problem is but i feel wretched.&lt;br /&gt;So i thought i shall share my crappy feeling on the blog and let off some steam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So repeat after me&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks and then you DIE&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks and then you DIE&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks and then you DIE&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks and then you DIE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112160479054744621?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112160479054744621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112160479054744621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112160479054744621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112160479054744621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-sucks-and-then-you-die.html' title='Life sucks and then you die!!'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112141457715962069</id><published>2005-07-15T13:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-15T13:32:57.173+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Finally The WEEKEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Well its almost upon us and I know its eagerly awaited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Not so for the fact that you can sleep all you want but for me this weekend is going to be special as Anil from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Hyderabad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; and Suman from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Birmingham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; are going to be here. Both morons have decided upon a small trip which means a cramped schedule and a busy weekend just lazing around.&lt;br /&gt;That also means a lot of booze (for them) and good food (for me) and a good time for all around. Hopefully I shall get some long overdue shopping done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for all those jobless morons still reading this, Chill madhi and have an enjoyable weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112141457715962069?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112141457715962069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112141457715962069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112141457715962069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112141457715962069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/07/finally-weekend.html' title='Finally The WEEKEND'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112122767612804086</id><published>2005-07-13T20:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-13T09:37:56.140+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Am i Shameless or What!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;What does Shameless mean?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;According to the common man Shameless means Feeling no shame.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;According to the dictionary Shameless means Brazen, Unashamed, Unabashed, impervious to disgrace etc. These adjectives apply to that which defies social or moral proprieties and is marked by a bold lack of shame. &lt;span style=""&gt;Shameless&lt;/span&gt; implies a lack of modesty, sense of decency, or regard for others' rights or feelings: &lt;cite&gt;a shameless liar; a shameless accusation.&lt;/cite&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;But Shameless according to my definition is inviting a friend to a movie and making her pay for both tickets and then shamelessly (repeating the word but this occasion warrants it) asking her for money to buy snacks. And to round off the shamelessness I even took money from her to pay for the fare home. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Now competition among Shameless People must be really high, but I press home my point to being the most Shameless by adding that I am shamelessly writing a blog without even thinking of paying her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;How Shameless is that!!!!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112122767612804086?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112122767612804086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112122767612804086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112122767612804086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112122767612804086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/07/am-i-shameless-or-what.html' title='Am i Shameless or What!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112123080106994660</id><published>2005-07-13T10:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-13T10:43:56.233+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Article</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"   lang="EN-AU" &gt;A follow-up to one of my previous blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"   lang="EN-AU" &gt;&lt;a href="http://in.rediff.com/news/2005/jul/12lp.htm"&gt;http://in.rediff.com/news/2005/jul/12lp.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"   lang="EN-AU" &gt;And for all the people who have been through the &lt;a href="http://www.nehrufamily.com/"&gt;http://www.nehrufamily.com&lt;/a&gt;, Make sure you read the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(60, 68, 97);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-AU" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nehrufamily.com/secular.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(60, 68, 97);"&gt;Secular Links&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.nehrufamily.com/pseudo.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(60, 68, 97);"&gt;Pseudo-Secular Links&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:black;"   lang="EN-AU" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on that page. They reveal an interesting perspective into Indian Politics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112123080106994660?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112123080106994660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112123080106994660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112123080106994660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112123080106994660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/07/interesting-article.html' title='Interesting Article'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112108469217637035</id><published>2005-07-11T17:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-11T17:54:52.196+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Interesting site which offers a unique look into Indian Politics&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nehrufamily.com/"&gt;http://www.nehrufamily.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112108469217637035?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112108469217637035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112108469217637035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112108469217637035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112108469217637035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/07/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112106151292924479</id><published>2005-07-11T11:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-11T11:28:32.936+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cool Joke</title><content type='html'>On a University of Washington chemistry mid-term exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus Question:&lt;br /&gt;Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is&lt;br /&gt;compressed) or some variant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One student, however, wrote the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into&lt;br /&gt;Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different Religions that exist in the world today. Most of&lt;br /&gt;these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell.Since there is more than one of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gives two possibilities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in&lt;br /&gt;Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop&lt;br /&gt;until Hell freezes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which is it? If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, "it will be a cold day in&lt;br /&gt;Hell before I sleep with you", and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number 2 must be true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corollary of this theory is that, since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and&lt;br /&gt;is therefore, extinct...leaving only Heaven thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresa kept shouting "Oh my God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY "A"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112106151292924479?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112106151292924479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112106151292924479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112106151292924479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112106151292924479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/07/cool-joke.html' title='Cool Joke'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112062150708629558</id><published>2005-07-06T08:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-07T16:05:52.766+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cool Ads</title><content type='html'>check out these Awesome ads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.epica-awards.org/assets/epica/2004/winners/film/flv/02011.htm"&gt;http://www.epica-awards.org/assets/epica/2004/winners/film/flv/02011.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112062150708629558?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112062150708629558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112062150708629558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112062150708629558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112062150708629558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/07/cool-ads.html' title='Cool Ads'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-113160590190000343</id><published>2005-06-30T12:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-10T12:28:21.900+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New Arrival in Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4841/1139/1600/NewArrivalInFamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4841/1139/320/NewArrivalInFamily.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Little Bundle of Joy came Chandrasekar Bava's Way and i wish him and all of CHIRALA my Best Wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-113160590190000343?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/113160590190000343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=113160590190000343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113160590190000343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/113160590190000343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-arrival-in-family.html' title='New Arrival in Family'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112011147453927179</id><published>2005-06-30T10:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-30T11:34:34.550+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Two awesome football matches......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; was an exhilarating exhibition of football for anyone even remotely associated with the sport. &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Both matches of the Confederations Cup were beamed live and they certainly lived up to expectations. If the match between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Germany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; was a thriller, the final between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Brazil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Argentina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; was Pure Joy as Samba Magic prevailed.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;The final will always be remembered for players who like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Riquelme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;, Ronaldinho, Kaka, Adriano and Gabriel Heinze providing a spectacular display. I confess that I had never really believed that Riquelme could actually play well and most of the attention was because of his similarity to another Argetine Playmaker. But yesterday I had to reverse my opinion as he produced a superb display under very difficult circumstances. I really look forward to watching him at Villareal from now on and hope that he shifts to a bigger club so that he can perform on the biggest stage of all, The Champions League.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Gabriel Hienze was as always at the top of his game notwithstanding the fact that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Argentina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; conceded 4 goals. All of them were scored after Heinze was away drawn from the centre of goal by diversion. The tenacity and selfless display could have won him a winner’s medal if only his fellow defenders were half competent. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;On the other hand, even if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Argentina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; had ten Heinze’s or even Ferdinand’s, they could not stop the Samba force called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;BRAZIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;. They were just a joy to watch. The quartet of Ronaldinho Kaka Robinho and Adriano were just too good and it would be interesting to see what happens when Ronaldo returns to the national team. I mean after seeing the first goal yesterday it would be a shame too see Adriano on the bench right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The match between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Germany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; was a thriller as I said before and could have gone either way. Both teams were badly organised and neither side was strong in defence but showed amazing attacking skills in short spells. Ballack left his mark on the match with a great freekick but I do not see the point in him acting as a centre forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112011147453927179?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112011147453927179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112011147453927179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112011147453927179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112011147453927179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/06/two-awesome-football-matches.html' title='Two awesome football matches......'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112001997810165344</id><published>2005-06-29T09:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-29T10:09:38.106+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Necter of life</title><content type='html'>Whats the most important thing in your office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paycheck&lt;br /&gt;Workstation&lt;br /&gt;Boss's mood&lt;br /&gt;Eye candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naahh...its your good old coffee machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it keeps you awake at your workstation and thus enables your paycheck. Improves your boss's mood everytime he uses it and provides you enogh oppurtunities to go out and view the eye candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing comes close to it i say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112001997810165344?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112001997810165344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112001997810165344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112001997810165344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112001997810165344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/06/necter-of-life.html' title='Necter of life'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-112001822997118984</id><published>2005-06-29T09:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-29T09:40:29.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Uploaded new stuff on the Blog</title><content type='html'>Check out the photos and links :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-112001822997118984?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/112001822997118984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=112001822997118984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112001822997118984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/112001822997118984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/06/uploaded-new-stuff-on-blog_28.html' title='Uploaded new stuff on the Blog'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-111986942505724184</id><published>2005-06-27T13:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-27T18:12:34.713+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Football</title><content type='html'>I do not know what’s so special about the sport which has 22 players fighting over a single ball. But I can tell you so much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s more interesting than any other game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I start seeing a live football match on TV, I stay on that channel until the match is over and sometimes till the analysis is done. I guess I like football so much because it’s a really fast game and the skills which can be exhibited by some players are just mind boggling. And teamwork among talented individuals is clearly seen on the pitch in football more prominently than in any other sports. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the match played in this season's champions league between Barcelona and Chelsea, where Ronaldinho scored an absolute beauty. He was on the edge of the penalty box with about 3 defenders and the goalkeeper right before him and he sort of did a jig. Yes, He danced around the ball and then curled it in from an incredible angle for one of the best goals I have ever seen. Other goals which come to mind are the Maradona goal of the century against England in the WC of 1986 and “The Free kick” scored by Roberto Carlos in a friendly against France. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess football is more exciting and the action never actually stops and you have the added attraction of not having a succession of commercial breaks between the match. Added to this is the fact that you do not need much equipment to play the game ala cricket, hockey et al, all you need is a ball and you can start. The fact that the whole thing is over within two hours rather than going on for half a day is an added attraction. For a game with such a huge popularity, it’s surprising that its so simple and does not require complicated scientific equipment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-111986942505724184?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/111986942505724184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=111986942505724184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/111986942505724184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/111986942505724184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/06/football.html' title='Football'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-111958456933810929</id><published>2005-06-24T09:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-24T09:20:44.240+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Who else can build the worlds fastest supercomputer?</title><content type='html'>check out   &lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;a href="http://in.rediff.com/money/2005/jun/23super.htm"&gt;http://in.rediff.com/money/2005/jun/23super.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-111958456933810929?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/111958456933810929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=111958456933810929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/111958456933810929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/111958456933810929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/06/who-else-can-build-worlds-fastest.html' title='Who else can build the worlds fastest supercomputer?'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-111944118011252482</id><published>2005-06-22T17:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-10T12:08:16.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'>For People VELA enough to see More - Pictures!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4841/1139/1600/Prasanth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4841/1139/200/Prasanth.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thats Me!! In Flesh and Blood&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4841/1139/1600/PlacementDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4841/1139/200/PlacementDay.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me again on Placement Day, BTW tie was&lt;br /&gt;stolen by Trackers. God Bless Them All!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4841/1139/1600/Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4841/1139/200/Family.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family : &lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;My only assets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4841/1139/1600/gundu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4841/1139/200/gundu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Motta/Gundu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4841/1139/1600/Phuket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4841/1139/200/Phuket.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GAP-ROX@Phuket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4841/1139/1600/Lakshadweep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4841/1139/200/Lakshadweep.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paradise on Earth@Lakshadweep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4841/1139/1600/HEPP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4841/1139/200/HEPP.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As HEPP as Can Be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-111944118011252482?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/111944118011252482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=111944118011252482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/111944118011252482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/111944118011252482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/06/for-people-vela-enough-to-see-more.html' title='For People VELA enough to see More - Pictures!!!'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-111935287691735804</id><published>2005-06-21T16:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-21T16:56:08.370+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Whats does my Name say about me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;What does "Prasanth" mean?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Just found out from a site which not only explains the meaning but also gives a character sketch of the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;This world is too harsh, crass and competitive for these types. Their reaction to the noise and confusion of the busy marketplace awakens the urge to escape into the quiet of nature or the seclusion they find in their own privacy. They need plenty of time to themselves. This private time should be spent reading, writing or contemplating the deeper and more meaningful aspects of life. They are poets and romantics by nature. Their idealism needs to be expressed among their own kind that they seldom, if ever, find. Being unable to find people that understand their deep feelings they turn inward and soon learn to keep their thoughts to themselves. From early childhood they begin to feel, if only unconsciously, that nobody understands them. In fact they do not even understand themselves, or their changing moods that are difficult to control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;If the world wasn't so fierce and aggressive these people could develop their natural skills as dreamers or idealists, providing mankind with a vision of peace, refinement and beauty. As it is they retreat into themselves and suffer the consequences of working environments that rob them of their peace of mind. If the rest of their mental make-up drives them into the normal work-a-day world then they can become difficult to work with because of their changing moods. They are so sensitive that at times they can be psychic, picking up feelings and thoughts from others and being affected by any form of discord in their environment. This is particularly so if they have no outlet through writing or other refined art forms. At times their thoughts can be quite disturbing. There is a mystical urge in these names that draws them to religious studies or the occult. They should be careful not to become lost in mysticism where theories and ideas pull them into realms of unreality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;When this happens they dream and speculate about fantastic stories that have no basis in reality and that keep them in a kind of trance. They should realize that idealism is useless if it cannot be applied to some specific and practical action. They are artists that are inspired by beauty. Their souls crave for affection and love. They have a deep side to their nature that invariably gets covered up by their spontaneous and accommodating natures. They would never consider hurting anything or anyone. Because they are so acquiescent they tend to lose their own individuality and over time they can lose their depth and become shallow minds seeking people purely for the comfort and association that they crave so much. They have an innocent beauty and charm, but if their minds are not cultivated along artistic and philosophical lines they become shy and introverted, going along with things without meaning or purpose. They are usually too sensitive to be disciplined and healthy, and succumb to diseases affecting the heart, lungs and bronchial organs as well as the fluid functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;you decide and tell me if its acurate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; from the website http://www.just-think-it.com/sbn/sbnname.htm&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to try yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-111935287691735804?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/111935287691735804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=111935287691735804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/111935287691735804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/111935287691735804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/06/whats-does-my-name-say-about-me.html' title='Whats does my Name say about me?'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-111934005337705406</id><published>2005-06-21T09:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-21T13:18:26.653+05:30</updated><title type='text'>People call me lost today!!</title><content type='html'>Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend who sits next to me just commented that i look lost today.&lt;br /&gt;That got me thinking why am i so lost?&lt;br /&gt;I could come up with several options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i was born that way?&lt;br /&gt;Or has education ruined me?&lt;br /&gt;Has work at @#$ make me this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as i said before i am lost so please through some light on this.&lt;br /&gt;and if you are as Lost................&lt;br /&gt;Please get ........................LOST ....................and i shall join you..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-111934005337705406?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/111934005337705406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=111934005337705406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/111934005337705406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/111934005337705406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/06/people-call-me-lost-today.html' title='People call me lost today!!'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-111925511650041945</id><published>2005-06-20T13:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-20T13:41:56.503+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/6489/320/IMG_0654.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/6489/200/IMG_0654.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayaking in Lakswadweep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;My Family and my greatest strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-111925511650041945?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/111925511650041945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=111925511650041945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/111925511650041945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/111925511650041945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/06/kayaking-in-lakswadweep-my-family-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-111925489169964934</id><published>2005-06-20T13:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-20T13:38:11.703+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/6489/320/Treat%20047.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/6489/200/Treat%20047.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and my greatest strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;My Family and my greatest strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-111925489169964934?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/111925489169964934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=111925489169964934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/111925489169964934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/111925489169964934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-family-and-my-greatest-strengthmy.html' title=''/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-111924978805501564</id><published>2005-06-20T12:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-20T12:13:08.063+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Awesome article &amp; amazing Blog</title><content type='html'>Read this........&lt;a href="http://news-service.stanford.edu/news/2005/june15/jobs-061505.html"&gt;http://news-service.stanford.edu/news/2005/june15/jobs-061505.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are really jobless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then read this.................&lt;a href="http://www.wibsite.com/wiblog/dull/"&gt;http://www.wibsite.com/wiblog/dull/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-111924978805501564?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/111924978805501564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=111924978805501564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/111924978805501564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/111924978805501564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/06/awesome-article-amazing-blog.html' title='Awesome article &amp; amazing Blog'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-111924487253733676</id><published>2005-06-20T09:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-20T10:51:12.546+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sports Clangers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Well well well..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schumi has finally won a race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Bangladesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; has finally won a match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we think of both these events in the same breath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean Schumi is one of the most successful drivers of all time and the fiasco in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Indianapolis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; notwithstanding, he and the Ferrari team were not responsible for what happened. If the Michelin tyres were not up to the mark, changing the race circuit hours before the start of the race would be really unfair to teams which had prepared for the original track.&lt;br /&gt;And can you imagine the media reaction if Bridgestone were not up to the mark and Ferrari had asked for a chicane to be introduced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;I remember this episode just weeks back when Ferrari were criticised for making Bridgestone make tyres only for their specifications and this had been sited as the cause of their decline this season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;So as far as the media goes, Ferrari can do no right and every action of theirs is criticised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I am really happy for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Bangladesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; and the fact that they chased a reasonably high total further leads respectability to the fact that they deserved to win. I also genuinely believe that they should be allowed to keep their test status and people like Javed Miandad would do well to shut up and stop making controversial media statements. I mean if a team like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Zimbabwe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; which had just won a handful of matches throughout its history can stay in the test league, so can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Bangladesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-111924487253733676?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/111924487253733676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=111924487253733676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/111924487253733676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/111924487253733676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/06/sports-clangers.html' title='Sports Clangers'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-111760724718410626</id><published>2005-06-01T11:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:57:27.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sharing a room in your office</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;What do you think is most painful in a shared room at office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Someone playing girly songs and putting you to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Some hysterical ass laughing out loud every 5 mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Some eternally busy guy making you feel guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Some cribbo who just goes on and on about his problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Some guy who writes blogs and then brags about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Not finding a place to sit at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Someone who reads others blogs and appears busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-111760724718410626?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/111760724718410626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=111760724718410626' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/111760724718410626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/111760724718410626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/05/sharing-room-in-your-office.html' title='Sharing a room in your office'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-111760610688237814</id><published>2005-06-01T11:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:38:26.996+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Someone i know and his three-tier Equation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Now this does not happen everyday but let me tell you a story of a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He happens to have a three tier equation to all his Love problems.&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part of the story is that all of them are his batch mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: His tallest one is beautiful, belongs to his tribe and is real stinky.&lt;br /&gt;Two: This one is well educated and seems to have a soft corner for him.&lt;br /&gt;Three: Very bublii, can also be described as being more gella than the hero himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here comes his dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;Should he disregard the smell and go for beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Should he go for brains over beauty?&lt;br /&gt;Should he settle for the easier ‘option’?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Suggestions!!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Hattori Hanzo can help him!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-111760610688237814?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/111760610688237814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=111760610688237814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/111760610688237814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/111760610688237814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/05/someone-i-know-and-his-three-tier.html' title='Someone i know and his three-tier Equation'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-111751740947696489</id><published>2005-05-31T10:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-31T11:00:09.500+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Me and Blogging !!!</title><content type='html'>Some of my friends are really surprised that I have started blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seem to think (and I do not have to tell you that they are not wrong) that I am too lazy to even do this. But work or rather the lack of it inculcates a sense of drowsiness which can only be beaten by writing blogs. Well that says it all about my professional life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I saw "Bunty aur Babli" yesterday and after reading the review on rediff, I was frankly very disappointed. The only saving grace of the movie was the one and only Aishwarya Rai. “Kajra re” is an awesome song and I had the opportunity to a person who goes by the name KILLBILL stare open-mouthed at the big screen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-111751740947696489?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/feeds/111751740947696489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13106335&amp;postID=111751740947696489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/111751740947696489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/111751740947696489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/05/me-and-blogging.html' title='Me and Blogging !!!'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106335.post-111683432407250723</id><published>2005-05-23T12:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:04:58.765+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME Me me'/><title type='text'>Can someone tell me what's wrong with Politics today?</title><content type='html'>Actually the real question is "Can someone tell me whats wrong with ME today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored, i actually started blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me speak my mind, well if you do not mind me saying so!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the paper today and was appaled by the fact that a cabinet minister holds so much power that he can have his state legislature dissolved even when the president of the country is out of the country. All this because he wants to hold on to power at anycost(needless to say, just to delay the investigations into various scams that he is embrioled in!!! ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apparent non functional nature of the prime minister and the remote control of a foriegn woman who does know a thing about politics, makes me think, why did people elect them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it because of the colour of thier skin?&lt;br /&gt;Was it beacuse of thier name(How are they Gandhi's BTW )?&lt;br /&gt;Is it an unfulfilled cherished dream of Indians to have a Royal Family(at any costs)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well whatever the reason, all i can think of now is another 6 months of fighting over seats, infighting within the party and monumental costs for the tax payer as Bihar gets ready for another election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well atleast its TIME PASS.........for vela people like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106335-111683432407250723?l=asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/111683432407250723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106335/posts/default/111683432407250723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvelaascanbe.blogspot.com/2005/05/can-someone-tell-me-whats-wrong-with.html' title='Can someone tell me what&apos;s wrong with Politics today?'/><author><name>Prasanth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIwddvvlInc/SND9nJh0zFI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z_tqruUOTVc/S220/heartbroken.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
