<?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-11754419</id><updated>2012-01-01T09:28:47.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMOIR</title><subtitle type='html'>moments to cherish</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-112791170187939037</id><published>2005-09-28T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T05:48:21.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Life</title><content type='html'>Iam feeling down , low and some uneasiness is there in me and my heart is heavy .....Dull, Iam talking less , Infact at a point of time I even had to control the tear drops that were eager to come out of my eyes. Life is indeed the best teacher , and one always needs to be alert .I have not insured my parents and now Iam running around to get the things done , so that I can be&lt;br /&gt;financially secure. I know that GOD is there with me taking me through the times , and providing me with all thats necessary , but as a human Iam doing my best .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      My anger levels have increased because of the things that are happening in company , with some friends and Iam not sure when I will burst out and where I will burst out. I hope I can control and I know I can. At the same time there is also some insecurity feeling iam feeling in my life. There is this lack of achievement feeling thats actually troubling me . I feel I have not achieved anything and I have lots to go and achieve and I want to do lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Something is lacking in my life and I want to figure it out before it gets late. I need to give&lt;br /&gt;more thought to it and take it more seriously. God take care of my Dads health , He has been working hard all the time for us , give him the strenght so that he can take it whats going on .Give him good health and make him more happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Iam here ready to anything that makes my mom and dad happy . I have lots of things in my mind , Get them here as early as possible , If not completely atleast during the summers. I am lacking from Financial side. Its like this "When it rains it pours". I know I can handle all this and GOD had provided timely help from all sides and waiting to get from some more sources. All I want now is to make my parents happy and get them here and make them stay with me and reduce their burden. Little time and all will be well. I havent told anything to my bro and Iam feeling sad that Iam not able to send him some extra money. I have missed out one and half months salary in my previous company and that is turning to be the crucial part now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        It was just few months back I had taken financial help from my friends , I am more free and frank and all that but when it comes to asking something for myself (especially financial Matters) Iam different . I always would only like to give , but I need to take also. But asking them again and I cant do it . Iam already controling muy expenditure, Just an year if I cut down all my expenses I can get some financial stability . Iam gonna do that. Its responsibilities that teaches and Iam no more a kid and I need to take care of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Iam more sensitive than what world percieves me . May be I have portrayed myself that way. Iam strong ,I have strenghth but doesnt mean I cant be sensitive. Iam just trying to be active and be myself , Iam telling myself that everything is gonna be alright and Iam sure GOD is there with me .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-112791170187939037?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112791170187939037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=112791170187939037&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112791170187939037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112791170187939037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-my-life.html' title='In My Life'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-112756688530018789</id><published>2005-09-24T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T06:02:31.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As part of HIS Game ......</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chuttu cheekati unna mila mila merupai velugutu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kodanduni krupa to Jeevana sagaranni eedutu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;......chirunavvunu panchu chiranjeeve Nijamaina Jeevi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"When the Darkness surrounds shining like a lightining , Crossing the Ocean of Life with the Lords Grace ,Spreading the Smiles , He is the True BEING"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just picked up the cash from ATM counter , checked the balance Rs 980 to be more precise. Friday evening the plan was all set , Its to go to one of my colleagues house , rent a DVD and watch it with chips and coke . Faso, Vijay , VC and PP(thats me they prefer calling me PP than PV) had a real good time from Thursday , The plan was made atleast three days in advance , and on the Thursday when Vijay told we should go out some where as he was getting bored , we had walked down to ITPL cracking lots of jokes , had a juice and walked back. Now the plan was all set and just before going to VC's house I decided to call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke with mom , and she told that in the diagnostics done for my dad on his heart ,they said a Baloon blast Angioplastic was necessary . (On a casual advice of doctor my dad got his tests done ). I thought it was all normal and its just a routine test. Now it doesnt look like that. Just gave strength with my words to Mom and enquired abt the cost of it , Its gonna cost more than a LAKH. I told mom not to worry abt the money at all and I can get how many ever lakhs required . Told mom to have faith and believe in me . She says , so much responsibility for me at a small age .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I didnt have any mood for chilling out on a friday afternoon. Just found out what&lt;br /&gt;Angioplasty is all about from FAso , Vijay and VC (BTW all three are Bio medical ENgineers). Little relived that its natural with the age and just needs to take care and with technology's advancements its a simple simple task. I cant say I have no mood and spoil the day ,I mean night and I was not in a mood to ENjoi and dullness sat inside me . Mentally decided that let me not spoil their night , told that lets go party , and when asked whether Iam in a position to drive I said I can and went ahead. I was not my natural self , How can I be ???? But was cracking few jokes abt office and our team lead .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept few Hrs , couldnt sleep more and got up started thinking abt the money arrangement. I know its a tough task , just calculated all the steps I will be taking , Mentally prepared myself . Dear God , I know as long as you are with me I know there is a solution were every question . I know u will always be with me , Even now Iam not pretty clear of all the steps I need to take , but I know GOD u will take me by Hand and lead me through this path of life. Iam not the kind to leave everything to GOD or Blame GOD ... I give my best shot at it , and when PV gives his best shot he will sure come out with a solution .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know God I was feeling guilty , reason I dont know , May be I feel Iam just having Fun and Fun around and forgetting that Iam actually ina position to help few people and Iam not doing it. These days I dont read news papers also because the natural calamities are at its rise , and I dont know I cant take all that . Am I running away from reality ??? No Iam not running away from reality, I do live in reality , just thinking how better I can be in reality. (At this point I felt like calling my mom and called and spoke with her. She worrys alot. Need to speak with dad and plan out the details and other things .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God , Give me the strength and show me the way. Teach me the meaning of life ..... Take me by hand and lead me all the way ...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-112756688530018789?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112756688530018789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=112756688530018789&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112756688530018789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112756688530018789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/as-part-of-his-game.html' title='As part of HIS Game ......'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-112713904961862318</id><published>2005-09-19T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T07:10:49.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifes Like That</title><content type='html'>Iam happy for I feel I have come a long way ....Infact a long long way by Gods grace ..... God teaches lessons in different ways and one needs to learn it ....I just cant imagine Iam the same guy who didnt speak with KV (One of my close friends) for more than 2 years for some silly fact and mistake did lie on my side . And today some body called me "I Under Estimate People"  .... Talked abt my Attitude ... Believe me Nobody ever pointed abt my Attitude , People said I was wrong , People said Iam Crazy , but "Attitude " a lil big word  and I say sorry and accept that I made a mistake .I have no issues accepting my mistakes if I feel its a mistake , or majority feels its a mistake (after all its democracy ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       But today was really bad day ..... It was Saka who got hurt at the start , and next came those strong comments .... In my comment in CHIPS blog I called her "Female Entity" .... Oh Lord Ganesha I didnt listen to the story which Iam supposed to on Ganesha CHaturdi , and didnt Pray to you on that day ... but I didnt even see moon too .... but Ganesha ye kya kar diya tu ne ..... Ok no probs , Lifes Like that .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I was upset , got angry , felt irritated , drank lot of coffee ..... Its long time since I got&lt;br /&gt;angry on somebody , My mom says that "My eldest son doesnt get angry at all" ..... May be she is wrong ...... When iam angry my face becomes serious , Eyes go inside , no smile on my lips ....(My group noticed this and asked me what happened ????) ... I think in most idiotic ways that time ... Will only think of How to take revenge .... But it just takes only a lil time to come back to reality (All I need is to speak to some body and thanx to HIM for listening all my crap ) and even today took some time , but there is so much to life ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I should feel bad only when majority points at me and say "I under estimate people " or talk abt "My attitude" .... Just one person statements I cant take it seriously ..... But when one person can make others too can make , I need to introspect , People Called me "I over estimate myself" ... Thats fine for "If any one asks Can u climb everest " I say Yes I can ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Talking to Myself)  Its Ok PV , just make sure that u dont take drastic decisions and do some actions that can hurt others when u r hurt . Just remember how much ever u r Hurt ur actions will also hurt others , AN EYe for an Eye make WHole world Blind , so just be clear on ur Aim ... Always want others to be happy .... Never want to Loose a Friend ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-112713904961862318?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112713904961862318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=112713904961862318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112713904961862318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112713904961862318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/lifes-like-that.html' title='Lifes Like That'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-112696534610457909</id><published>2005-09-17T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T23:51:45.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting used to Lonliness</title><content type='html'>...... ..... BOND 007 ko bullet lagaa ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-112696534610457909?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112696534610457909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=112696534610457909&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112696534610457909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112696534610457909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/getting-used-to-lonliness.html' title='Getting used to Lonliness'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-112679100270703739</id><published>2005-09-15T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T06:30:02.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I name this ....???</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/rose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kuch din ke phele doste yeh baat huyi thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;         Hum ko bhi Mohobbat kisi ke saath huyi thi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw my ThunderBolt ...Yes Yes , May be after some 6 years I saw somebody who struck right at the point . She was wearing a sky blue chudidhar and was sitting infront of her lunch and having with a cute smile on her lips . I bet nobody would have noticed that smile . I believe in this principle of Physics called resonance. Once energy levels increase only when he is in the arena of the same energy and frequency people. I could feel the difference the moment I went near her. I can bet the world doesnt call her beautiful (For In reality she is not that great ....), beauty alone doesnt strike me . Its something which I cant explain , cant put in words ..Its like the principle of Resonance , You resonate only to people of your own frequecy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;          I asked myself PV whats happening to you ??? I am a kind who never says somebody is good , who ever it is .... But some how something , I cant say what it is but it brings a smile on my lips , makes me feel bad as I take eyes away from her ... That emptiness was never filled in me , Body temperature came down and a shiver ran from my legs to the body ,some kind of different feeling . Iam surprisesd at myself because I got the feeling of loosing , some kind of emptiness and more than that same feeling is continuing for more than a day . But no such things like sleeplessness or dreaming about her as shown in movies. But I have lost some thing may be my heart.... She put me in that dull feeling , and at times the songs Iam playing while reading are adding fuel to this fire and I dont know whats happening to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;          Managed to see her Name on her Badge and nothing more than that. Iam very bad at breaking the ice at the beginning. I want to go and talk to her (I usually say i care a Damn whether anybody talks to me or not , anybody sees me or not). But now I want her to see me (Why ???? I dont Know) . I dont know anything about her , she can be totally opposite of me ,but something says that she is a good girl (Dont ask me what makes me feel that ..???) , some thing attracts me to her ... For me she is not like others whom I look at or frankly say sight at, or on whom I comment , or on whom I joke and say "she is hot".No I cant make myself Comment on her ,or say she is yet another girl wom I have seen. That sweet pain is there.             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God ! I Know what love is , for with out my moms love I could nt hve been on earth, without my friends love I couldnt hve lived, without GODS love , where do I exist .I know brotherly love, a love of a younger sister . But I have never experienced that romantic love . The world might call me foolish if I say I fell in Love with that Girl .... I care damn abt the world , I feel that way and I feel it from my heart. Iam not even sure whether I even will get a chance to talk to her , but I will do my best to get in contact with her and God I know u were always with me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;        I believe that TRUE love doesnt need  words or any other medium to communicate, I Know mine is pure and what ever I do it comes straight from my heart , I have a gut feeling that she also felt the same when she saw me .... Lets see what happens further ..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;          My Heart it Speaks Thousand words , I fell eternal Bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                          Roses Spout Scarlet mount offering a Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;           No drop of Rain No glowing flame has ever been so new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                           If feel in Love Can feel like this Iam in Love for Sure .......&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-112679100270703739?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112679100270703739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=112679100270703739&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112679100270703739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112679100270703739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-do-i-name-this.html' title='How do I name this ....???'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-112592744502851847</id><published>2005-09-05T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T06:37:25.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal ho na ho ...................</title><content type='html'>Nagme Hain Shikve hain hisse hain baate hain&lt;br /&gt;Baate Bhool jaate hai ..... yaadein yaad ati hai ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q) What does a Malayali call the SAMBAR made by a Tamilian in a Telgu Friends House ?&lt;br /&gt;A) Takali Chutney .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            After a long search for the proper gift , I cornered the Dairy that had art work covers on&lt;br /&gt;both sides as a gift for deepak .Picked up the gift and my heavy bag behind and went to catch up with chandu . I and chandu picked up the cake from sweet chariot and left for his Home . Landed in his home and Deepak was the first guy to call . Chandu went to pick him up and prasads arrival was coincided with that so Chandu could pickup both of them at the same time. So four of us in chandus house and kuku was yet to arrive. Prasad and deepak wewre eager to cut the onions and aloos. Me being little experienced in cutting taught them technically how to cut. Prasad was really eager to cut them . I and deepak had a little discussion on why by keeping knife at 90 degrees its difficult to cut and easier when its at 45 degrees.... When we were abt to finish cutting Kuku called and Chandu went to pick her up. As it was raining outside I guess she got herself little wet in rain. I was laughing and yapping with prasad and deepak. Chandu was inside kitchen . No light in the kitchen so instead of having a candle light dinner we had candle light cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Too Many cooks spoil the broth. So i being the most exp. in cooking out of all ( I guess so&lt;br /&gt;, 10 months exp I have in cooking variety of dishes with few patentewd dishes) wanted to give chance to the eager young guns in cooking . so I kept myself out of kitchen . Kuku was little silent , Its always very easy to find the smile that comes naturally and a forced smile . I saw that forced smile on her when I said something , so I knew something was wrong . But with girls its always difficult (at times dangerous too) to ask whats the matter. So didnt ask anything continued chatting with prasad when deepak , kuku and chandu were cooking inside the kitchen. Had some serious discussion with prasad in the hall.Inbetween I and prasad happened to go nside the kitchen and Takali Chutney was coined by prasad by looking at the Sambar prepared by kuku and chandu . Few statements made by Chandu , directly took my murky brain to their double meaning , I guess deepak and kuku couldnt understand that . (I was really happy for that ....). Yes the dinner is ready now. All set aloo curry (with extra Garlic ....) Takali Chutney ...rrr Sambar (with extra Tamrind ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             It was noe time for us to reveal the occassion and the aim of the meet. Somehow deepaks Bday date skipped our minds and we forgot to wish him... (It was Neels who reminded that we missed his Bday ....) , so the cake was out and a Bday song (Belate Bday song ) was in the air . Then we smeared the cake on deepaks face .  It was bit difficult for deepak to wash his face even after usiong a soap and a shampoo. We gave him the gift , including me everybody was eager to know what the gift was I guess. We saw the gift and i realised that I got cheated by the shop wala. This was one of the very few gifts I bought for anybody . I dont have habit of giving gifts, I only take them . Atlast i got my Bday gift from Chandu .. It was a horse ... I liked it ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Now food in our plates , I was really Njoing all the time , Depak was really Njoing the&lt;br /&gt;Tamrind full Sambar ..rrr takali chutney .... I liked curry , sambar was not upto the mark... but ok as these are inexperienced souls I can accept their dishes. I dont remember what we spole while eating ... does any body remember , I remember that much that Kuku didnt speak , prasad was extremely silent .... that left me , deepak and Chandu ... I was all Njoing , after all we all got together only to Have fun and share our joys and sorrows among each other , to reiterate that we are for each other .....     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Theres lot more ..... will come as part 2....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need to mention some feeling which I got for the second time , Its like this , that I might be no more after an year ... yes death is something thats really scary. So imagine yourself that you might not be there and meet your friends and anyone on earth after an year , sure it brings few tear drops in eyes , and thats what I guess happened with me. Who Knows how long I can be on earth ... May be a day , a year , 10 years ,or 100 more years ... One never knows whats gonna happen ... I want to be happy and make others happy as long as I live and may be thats the reason for my senti mood today and the senti mails which i wrote to all my friends ... I told my friend also but they just brushed it aside saying that dont give a damn to this feeling .... Iam not afraid of death , for death is certain , Iam afraid of missing all the fun I am having with all the people in my life ,Parents , School mates , college friends , cousins, Batchmates , blog friends ...... Njoi the life as much as you can ..... Smile and share ur smile with others .... who knows KAL HO NA HO ..... But I guess all my friends remember me and all the fun we had , all my jokes , all my acts , pranks and franks .........&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-112592744502851847?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112592744502851847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=112592744502851847&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112592744502851847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112592744502851847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/kal-ho-na-ho.html' title='Kal ho na ho ...................'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-112563475338245347</id><published>2005-09-01T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T21:20:37.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make or Break</title><content type='html'>6:10 PM :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With the flock of birds returning to thier homes before the sun sets completely , I also started to my House from my office. The railway gate on the way stopped my zooming bike and Had to wait for Half an hour.The scene was so beautiful , its a perfect village setting , workers going back to their homes , people going in groups and chatting about the ways of life , Groundnut wala selling groundNuts , people selling corn , a cow tring to walk through the traffic struck at Railway gate , It was lovely to stay there looking at surroundings for half an hour waiting for the 4 trains to pass by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:10 PM :-&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense , this railway gate always falls just before I am trying to cross, Oh , God these villagers smoke all the time and with their dirty dresses walk past , not 5 min or 10 min the gate will be open only after 4 trains pass that is approximately around 30 mins ... what the hell is it ..??? Cant there be an over bridge , its irritating ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:15 PM :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wow , I can cut these vegetables so well , my wife is gonna be really lucky ... I like cutting vegetables , Onions , Tomatos cut nicely all ready for the Bachelors dish (i.e Noodles) ... After washing few utensils it was all set to make the dish&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:15 PM :-&lt;br /&gt;Oh ! My God this lady servant always bunks , she didnt come today also , all utensils are there unwashed , nothing is in its place , the house is not swept, How Iam gonna cook now , I need to wash utensils , BULL SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You make your day ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You break your day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank Others for making your day &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dont Blame others for Breaking your&lt;/strong&gt; Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You make your Life , You break your Life ............. Lets go and Make our Life .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that were happening in lot of my friends lifes and all the things I hear about from them ...... I just wanted to say to all "You make your Life , You break your Life" ..... Didnt tell to any one , dont Know why ...... Its always easy to say difficult to practise and I try to&lt;br /&gt;put this principle in action and Iam happy doing this .......... "You make your Day , You Break your Day ......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I need to compulsarily during week end&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Clean my Shoes , use fevi quick to pmend my shoe , wash the pair of socks .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Get money from Pranav .... Pay the credit card bill ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Book my tickets for Going Home ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) SHift some parts of my luggage to my new House ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Buy a Pair of Dress , (Great Decision Made ) , But confuse on what to Buy and where to Buy , Should I buy a formals , or Casuals , A Jean or a Cargo , Again same yellow &amp;amp; Black combination or something different , Should I buy in Bangaolore central or Globus , Formals Iam not&lt;br /&gt;used to so I should by a formal ... No u idiot u cant take care of ur clothes buy some thing that cant get noticed even if its dirty ..... ha ha SOme body help me out ..... Oh God I have do it this week end as my mom expects me to always wear new dreesses and change the dresses the&lt;br /&gt;way heros change in Movies ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... Just saw a good looking girl pass by near the cubicle and it erased all that was there in the mind .... so stopping my post here .......Lets go and Make our Day .......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-112563475338245347?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112563475338245347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=112563475338245347&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112563475338245347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112563475338245347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/make-or-break.html' title='Make or Break'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-112540596291063690</id><published>2005-08-30T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T05:46:02.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I and My God</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Through the Pain Through the Pleasue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the light In the Dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When it rains When Shines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are with me and stay on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                              and make me go on ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                         I asked My GOD (lil selfish here also .... My GOD) why dont Miracles happen in my life. Have heard of people experiencing the Miracles in their life. I felt I have not experienced any miracles in my life. Time went on and I moved on with my life , Its now I stand after crossing few obstacles realizing that the fact of my existance itself is a miracle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                          Today morning I started of on the HeroHonda CD100 to office . I neither have the license nor 100% confidence to drive . But still I took and started to office . My left hand&lt;br /&gt;is in a sprained state (... cricket effect ...). I was going fine till I reached the railway gate. The Gate was close and it might take quite a bit of time for gates to be open. I Knew there exists a way by which I can go under the Railway track , but I need to travel some extra Kms for that . By asking few people the route  reached the place so that I can travel under the Railway Bridge. When I saw the narrow path , I was scared how come a Bike can fit in that , to my utter surprise it was filled with pool of water. The lenght of the narrow path was approximately 75 meters. I dared and zoomed successfully till the end of the tunnel. At the end of the tunnel there was a steep ascent. When I was trying to climb I fell down. There is no friend around me to help me out . A person passing by stopped and helped me and infact pushed my bike on that steep path. It was indeed Gods Grace and miracle that he was there next to me and helped me. Then I realised "Miracles Happen in every ones Life , Its just that We dont realize".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                         God Has been taking me by Hand and leading me all the way . Thats what I pray&lt;br /&gt;for . Infact God is there holding every ones Hand and few fail to realize . I also remember God only in the times of distress , But he happens to listen to my call. God stay on with me through out my existance ........... GOD is taking care of me so much means he has a great plan for me in His Universe. God Make me worthy of your Grace and make me an instrument in Thy Hands so that I can spread Joy and Happiness through out the entire Humanity .........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  Stay on with me ...... Stay on with me .............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-112540596291063690?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112540596291063690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=112540596291063690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112540596291063690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112540596291063690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-and-my-god.html' title='I and My God'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-112486050052953681</id><published>2005-08-23T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T22:15:00.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mangal Pandey ........ Our Meet</title><content type='html'>It takes so much gambling to go to a movie with friends on a week day. As decided in our earlier meeting in Pizza hut we could make it for Mangal Pandey yesterday evening . It was good to meet all again . I had to tell a blatant lie , get little wet in rain , took part in an attempt for  limeca records  by the matador driver for fitting in as many people as possible in such a small place . No pains no gains , kuch pane ke liye kuch khona padta hai ……. Waited 20 min for kuku and once she arrived took an auto to Forum. When kuku’s hunger was communicated to Deepak present at forum , and I asked Deepak to buy 2 sandwiches for us , our man gave a choice whether we want it from Mc Donald or Transit , (I was thinking ,yaar time nahin hai khane ke liye kuch bhi kahan se bhi chelega ……).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Landed in Forum , met Deepak and prasad and in the mean time chandu appeared in other direction. We straight away proceeded to PVR and grabbed a burger (for myself) chicken sandwich (for kuku ) , popcorn and pepsi … I opened my wallet to pay , then prasad said keep it inside and I promptly kept the money in my wallet and put the wallet in my pocket . (Iam broke yaar …. ). Got a good seat , in between we had hi , hi ‘s and howz life greetings . Then the disappointing Mangfal pandey started. I was really upset abt the starting ….. (Ok I wont dwell in to Ketan Mehtas direction ….). In the mean time chandu bhasi realized that he didn’t lock his bike. In the interval I and chandu ran towards parking space and chandu was happy to see his byke keys and byke intact and the place he has parked. Ran back and caught the other half of the movie .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           To tell abt movie in Prasads terms ”It failed to create an impact on the audience “.I kind of agree with him , but lets talk abt it some time later. As we came down the steps ( a lil exercise for kuku ….. ) rather than using escalator we spoke lil and over all I should say we didn’t have time to talk at all . As chandu pointed out “Ab kiski baari hai ???” …. My treat ya surely its there but now iam broke till 1I get my sept salary …  we have not decided abt our next meet ….. we can have a GTPS meet (Go Together Pay Seperately) some time next week end ………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are thoda padna hai … so will be back at work ……… Have fun ………&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-112486050052953681?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112486050052953681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=112486050052953681&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112486050052953681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112486050052953681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/08/mangal-pandey-our-meet.html' title='Mangal Pandey ........ Our Meet'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-112409525335095237</id><published>2005-08-15T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T01:40:53.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondy Trip ..... The beggining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A trip with New people ... People whom you dont even know their names and attitudes , their way of life . It was first thought that Neels I and chandu three of us only will go for the trip. I have met Neels and chandu before itself and know quite a bit about them through their blogs and via our conference sessions on messenger. But when Neels said that others too might be joining us . I said fine with me. Neels must be knowing them so I thought its ok. I was confident I can move and adapt with any group of people. I was kind of a person who used to laugh at the concept of virtual friends and chatting. i always used to say its these guys who dont have guts to be in reality go in this virtual world. But some how how i saw more reality (may be wrong also for I know little of blog ville)  in the blog world. I realised that all is not well with every body and people need an outlet to share their joy or sorrow. Blog provides a means for it .And what ever any body says the comments to ones blog obviously excites them and makes them feel bit happy (If some body disagrees then I dont agree with them for it takes guts to be equanimous and not every tom dick and harry can be like that...).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The discussions regarding the trip I guess started in mid june . With chandu being busy , we post poned it to July (Basically I was also busy ....). From Tirupathi , Horsley hills .... to ooty ..... it landed with pondicherry.The first person who neels said will be joining was "Deepak". My room mate was for some time follower of Deepak's blog. The next came was "akhil". Neels said this kiddo was very soft person and blah blah blah ... Akhil proved that all wrong by playing a prank with his arrival itself (telling lies that he was wearing a red shirt......). The next I came to know was "Prasad" ... Neels said he was good friend of hers , nice soft guy ... It was this time I though oh God How Iam gonna manage with all these soft guys . If these people stare at the sea and dont talk then I though Iam doomed. But I knew chandu , so I was confident Chandu will not be silent even if others were. The last in Line I came to Know was KUKU . Neels had asked er to join and she joined the trip. All I knew was she was also friend of Prasad. (Now confusion .. friend in real world or blog world .. but I said how the hell it matters to me....). A girl in the trip , now some small tremors came. But I said its ok because neels needs a female company. I was already warned to be careful with KUKU by neels as she is sensitive . I am always scared of touch me nots (for they cant be frank ...). (BTB she wasnt like that ... thanx to my stars ....). Infact I had to modulate my voice and speak slowly with her when I was on phone .(neels was laughing at my voice modulation and slowness in my talk .... usually Iam a rajadhani express at my talk .... the words come tak tak tak ....).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; I didnt have time to check out these blogs , I guess except Deepaks , that to saw a photo with a quote , so all I could make out was that he is not putting all the crap on the world like me on the blog. That too my room mate was saying he was follower of his blog. My friend is ollowing some blog so it must be good . The previous day to the trip , prasad called me up. His voice was really soft , I realized why neels said he was soft. I never allowed him to speak , I kept on hammering on the phone . I guess he wud hve got scared . Now in real world , PV is going for a trip to pondicherry that to with two girls in the trip. There were smiles , grins , laughs , legpullings , advices and stuff like that from my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;em&gt;To make my life more interesting , I resigned my current job and negotiations with my boss from US were going on. I remember when neels arrived in Blore rlwy station I was on a conf call with my boss from US and I made her wait for 15 mins . Another dimension was my new employers were asking me to send some applications filled , some faxes , some more calls from them ...... Life cant be plain and simple , My brother who previously in REC Rourkela got seat in roorkee IIT and I needed to send some money to him , plan his trip, talk to parents , borrow money from friends , make arrangements for his halt at delhi , I was literally on phone for the whole day ( I couldnt have my lunch as I was busy getting things done ........ Deepak that was the reason why I could eat a pizza and drink two cold cofees at a time in CCD).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Trip with new people , I realized I need a bag to keep clothes , tooth paste is needed , tooth brush too ( even though I used them only once in the three days trip) , soap box , my soap box had its top missing , I never bothered abt these when I go on trip with my friends as they will have all these stuff, but now with new people i decided I hve got be more careful. The time had come and I met neels and deepak in Brigade road, I also joined deepak in pulling neels leg and I&lt;br /&gt;alone drank and ate the whole 150 bucks order.Thanx to deepak the sponsoror (I didnt have lunch so was really hungry , no time from morning for myself .......). Slowly the situation moved to Bheemas in Church street for our dinner , Ferrari and fundoo were present too , Prasad arrived in style after getting his spectacles repaired ..... FUnddo was a cool a cool guy , I brought the topic of managers and techies .... There were 3 MBAS in the group and decided better to take back the topic , thanx to my friend saka who was present there (Guys the truth is he was there to find out abt my comfort levels and to be there my side incase I need help .... I rely on him a lot for every thing .......). Then Kuku arrived and hi hi 's intro was over before we ordered the food ......... The hero chandu was yet to arrive and he was nicely having home made food at his house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;em&gt;It looked pretty cool for me and every thing looked fine and green , I prasad and fundoo had a cool walk on church street ( It used to be my fav place for walks some time back because chicks who walk there forget to dress themselves ...lol ). After chandus arrival , and bidding bye bye to fundoo we moved to kalasipalya for KPN Travels . After every one boarded the Bus I had some personal issue and had to use open air bathroom to free myself. Now we were all inside the bus all set for the trip and as expected , I and chandu took one pair of seat, Prasad and KUKU took other pair , Deepak neels the other. For quenching the night thirst prasad had brought ottles of water for us. I was bit thirsty and finished 200 ml of water and that created a turblance in my stomach . I had to request the Bus driver to stop the bus on the hosur road so that I can finish my job . After the job accomplished message popped on my face I was back in the bus and with in no time I was in dream land . My odd ways of sleeping were captured by Deepak , but me un aware of surroundings went deeply into dream land .............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;That was the start of pondi trip ...... More in the next posts ............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-112409525335095237?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112409525335095237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=112409525335095237&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112409525335095237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112409525335095237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/08/pondy-trip-beggining.html' title='Pondy Trip ..... The beggining'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-112393302840931535</id><published>2005-08-13T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T04:37:08.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autograph - Sweet Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jise dhoond tha hoon main har kahin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jho kabhin mile mujhe hain nahin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mujhe jiske pyaar par ho yakeen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;woh ladki hain kahan ...........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ise sirf mujhse hi pyaar ho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to ye kahene ko bhi tayyar ho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;suno tum hi mere dil daar ho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;woh ladki hain kahan .........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; woh ladki hain kahan .... How do I meet her ? Where do i find her ? May be its already late ..... no no no aisa ho nahin sakta . When I met her for the first time I was studying 10 th class. I couldnt dare to go any further except taking her english class work even when not necessary , going out of the way to solve maths assignments , teach her few tricks of the trades so that she can atleast pass in the mathematics. Thats it after that she dissappeared , I never had a mail id that time nor there was a phone at my home . My pocket money was 5 rs per week so no thought of me making call to her home (Iam not even sure she had a phone at her house ....) . Recently I came to Know that she is married (love marriage ) and having two kids also ..... May be one day when I go to my home town I will drop at her house to say hi ..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I used to stand on my terrace to see her pass infront of my house daily at evening 6:00 . My mom Knew her and infact she used to visit my house and she was my brothers senior. Maximum I could gather was her name . I still vividly remember the day when she wore a New dress (Brown color with some shining stuff ) and her hair fully covered with jasmine flowers came to my house . She was running around in the house with our dog as if she knew the house very well. After an hour or so she went off leaving me and only later I came to Know that she was going of to different place as her father got transfered . Now other than her Name and her image in my mind I have no idea where she is .... I guess she must be happily married .........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; It was exactly six years back that I met her . It was all gods hand behind the meeting . Otherwise there was no way I can meet a girl and speak to her for three continuous days in such a strict environment I studied. But it happened . We spoke abt all the things and three hrs was enough for us to become really close . It doesnt happen this way with every girl ... we spoke abt all the things on earth , from my physics syllabus to her botany and I was using all my knowledge to impress her . She was amazed at the amount of knowledge I had. Three days we Knew every thing abt each other , each others family ,each others interests , aims in life ......... at the end of three days when I knew I wont get any chance to meet her anymore as I was going back to hostel I presented to her a sandalwood key chain ( Its only later that I was told that a key chain should never be presented as a gift ......) . I took her address and phone number.&lt;br /&gt;Those days my pocket money was like 150 rs per month and I spent 120 rs speaking to her on phone one day (Thanx to my friends who encouraged me and helped me .... ) ... I sent her a reeting card on New year ... no reply ... I sent her BDay card (Her BDay happened to be the same day that of mom .....) . My Mom also encouraged me to send her a BDay card (Iam really happy to have such wonderful mom , my dad also knew abt this I guess )...No reply ... I called her up again she spoke for few seconds and put it off . I have no idea of what happened (May be her parents would have scolded her after seeing those cards I guess.........) ... Thats it the story ended there and still she remains in my thoughts at times. She wanted to join army as lieutnant ... Hope she could fulfill her dreams . Now I have her address and phone number still with me but Iam scared to do any thing because time would have faded every thing (Hope so ....) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Now Iam well educated and well employed ... where I can afford to spend  (one and half years back my pocket money was 200 rs per month .. a butterscotch icecream worth of 15 rs I used have once a week and that was of great joy for me ....) but woh ladki hain kahaan ....  But I am sure confident I will meet that woh ladki some day and this time there is no going back .. I will go all the way ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;  Ya I happened to talk with a frnd of mine abt Autograph movie and I was reminded of my autograph sweet memories ..... and so I just kept them in words........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-112393302840931535?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112393302840931535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=112393302840931535&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112393302840931535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112393302840931535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/08/autograph-sweet-memories.html' title='Autograph - Sweet Memories'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-112383068611578744</id><published>2005-08-12T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T00:11:26.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisuuuu revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now the comments for my previous post said abt salman .... I just went back in memories and recollected a post wich I wrote to/on aish ..... I had a great fun after the post .... so Just revisiting it ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/04/aisuuuu.html"&gt;http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/04/aisuuuu.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-112383068611578744?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112383068611578744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=112383068611578744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112383068611578744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112383068611578744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/08/aisuuuu-revisited.html' title='Aisuuuu revisited'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-112376269134548056</id><published>2005-08-11T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T05:18:11.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snippets from Pondi ....</title><content type='html'>After being on bed for four days I was eager to see the trip photos. Once I saw the photos then realization dawned upon me . I know that I am fan of Aish and Katrina , that doesnt mean I can strip like salman and move around. After seeing the photos I realized I was like a BBB (Bare Bodied Bufoon ) . But what to do Iam like that . Life is too small to think about what others might think and restrict your freedom . As long as u r happy and you feel it doesnt hurt others go ahead and do it. But still being a human after seeing the photos and showing to friends , felt that may be i should have been more careful as there were girls also present in the group . I dont know why but most of the time I realize things after they have happened , and will never use the experience next time ... again every thing has to start from the first ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in the beach on the first day , after boating (I mean after the driver took us in a boat) I was really happy to feel the water , I straight went and jumped into it ..... I lost my Bundu (i.e my bunyan) in the waters of pondicherry .... I just hated why I didnt know swimming (If all goes well I will learn swimming from a frnd of mine in near future ) ... But with the help of deepak could go little inside , but Iam not satisfied. Waves were coming as if they were challenging me , Pv if u hve guts come deep inside ...But I stayed there itself ..... going back leaving the beach was really tough ... I felt like a Kid (infact iam one ) who doesnt want to leave the house to go to school..( I used to cry a lot to go to my kinder garden ...............)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-112376269134548056?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112376269134548056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=112376269134548056&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112376269134548056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112376269134548056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/08/snippets-from-pondi.html' title='Snippets from Pondi ....'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-112367055658065735</id><published>2005-08-10T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T03:42:36.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Striking 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/striking7.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four standing behind are Chandu, Pv, Deepak and Prasad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kidoo cadburys down is akhil  ( will attatch a cadburys tag to it soon )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady with the dog is Neels (couldnt get image with two dogs ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dancer is KuKu (Couldnt find a fatter version of the photo ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at pondicherry two week ends back and had masti .... This place is gonna feature few of those cherishable moments from the trip .................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-112367055658065735?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112367055658065735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=112367055658065735&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112367055658065735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112367055658065735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/08/striking-7.html' title='Striking 7'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-112365689185182714</id><published>2005-08-09T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T23:54:51.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back 2 B2B ......</title><content type='html'>Iam back to B2B ..... i.e Back to Begging , wallet empty , bank balance NIL, no salary of last month , more expenditure , Iam on roads again , already borrowed 5k from a friend and its gone ,poye pochhi ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is going great , Iam waiting to join my new company , hoping that everything goes well Iam waiting to start a new career life , where I get lot of time for doing my personal things (that only blogging , yapping , playing ,chatting , roaming , sighting , swimming , guitaring&lt;br /&gt;, jogging ,reading , writing .............) . Please pray for me ...... I need ur wishes .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The confident PV in me is lil down these days , as I am not able to take project to a completion in the given time , but its part and parcel of life .... Infact few drops of tears rolled down my cheeks few days back .... At times I feel I should go steal a bank pocket few lakhs and roam around in inida like wandering guy (not a monk ..) Iam Frank and Prank but not yet a monk .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sickness for a weak made me little silent these days , but iam missing some thing in my life , not sure whats it ?? Iam for sure its not money (By gods grace I manage to get enough when iam in need) .. Friends ( My friends are the best any one can get ...... ) ...not even&lt;br /&gt;girl friend ... Iam not sure what it is Iam missing but Iam sure not satisfied with the way Iam living ..... I need to get out of this mode and work towards attaining satisfaction .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At time my talking gets me into trouble , even though it was not intentional , but people do miss understand me .... ( I dont mind if a miss understands me ... but if some one misunderstands ... then thoda sa problem hai yaar...).. but its ok its all part of the game and u need to finish the game and Iam all for finishing it ...... I will finish it for I have the master with me leading me to glory .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will resume blogging from now on ...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-112365689185182714?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112365689185182714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=112365689185182714&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112365689185182714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112365689185182714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-2-b2b.html' title='Back 2 B2B ......'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-112039835105891983</id><published>2005-07-03T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T06:45:51.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need Time For Myself</title><content type='html'>I cried , I laughed , I smiled ... I had been through real real tough time and am going through also ....... Iam Currently like an Abhimanyu (Who is talented) but may be will not be able to finish PadmaVyuha ... But Iam from Kali Age so I am Confident that I can break this PadmaVyuha thats spun around me ....... Iam currently confused of What I want in Life and Unable to take some bold desicions ....  May be I need an Year more to take a decision ..... I need to take it B4 I loose Myself from Myself .............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I added My Photo to the Blog .... Usually People Dont add their photos... Even I dont like to .... But My experience with Virtual World has been Nice ..Infact it has become part of my real life too..... So I thought its Ok I can put my Photo in my Blog ... I scanned it to send it to somebody (Not to marriage Beaureau ... ) or any such fundas ...... So i kept it in blog too........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will resume my blogging may be after a fortnight ... I miss my blog ...But I guess I need to give some more time of mine to company .... Let me frst settle few things with my boss in next week make myself free and I will be back into the world of freedom and the thought of it alone makes me feel good .............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-112039835105891983?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112039835105891983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=112039835105891983&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112039835105891983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/112039835105891983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-need-time-for-myself.html' title='I need Time For Myself'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111892659103976270</id><published>2005-06-16T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T05:56:31.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where , What and How</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alone, but not lonely what am I doing ????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Earning not only for todays sustainance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but also for futures comforts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgetting the significance of existance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dwelling in the modern luxuries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Alone ,but not lonely How am I Living ????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;wakeup after sunrise with a heavy head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sleep before next sunrise with a loaded brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Surroundings have become almost dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Interactions acquaintances went straight into drain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alone, but not lonely where am I heading ????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I neither need the gold nor the diamond&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I neither desire the success nor the Fame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I neither want to Prove Myself nor disprove others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; All I want is .....All I want is ...even I dont Know.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Alone , but not lonely ........enough enough I dont want to continue it anymore ... The above few lines might not come in comparision with a poets mastery , but its my life's mystery ........I was not the one who wrote it but the situation iam in made me write that ....... No Jogging oe excercises in the morning , I even forgot that i would love to have a cup of Bournvita in the morning ,news paper I use it on;ly to stack but not read , it made me remind that i had a habit called reading and writing ,I know everybody has to go through this phase , and its for me now to go through but iam happy and am Njoing it (or atleast telling myself to Njoi). Long back&lt;br /&gt;one of my friend made a statement. "When you are being raped and you see no chance of escape start Njoing it ".(Dont take it literally) ......i gave a thought to it and atleast it didnt sound bad at all. Now Iam Njoing what Iam doing ................I was just doing some kind of analysis of myself and Iam surprised to find few things abt myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i) Iam not totally independent guy .... The Ego in me might not allow to agree that but iam highly dependent on others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ii) I Thought I was balanced , but I realized that I act in a balanced way but internally I cant still absorb shocks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;iii) I thought I am in full control of myself ....but it looks like few habits of mine ar interested to continue till the Burial Ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;iV) I thought death doesnt scare me .... but the fact that i have not fully utilised my life scares me when it comes to death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;v) I thought iam  highly insensitive ...but realised that Iam extremely sensitive , its just that I dont xpress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;vi) I thought I will never need a HUG and a KISS ..... Iam not sure of this but I might need it at times (See iam still saying iam not sure even when iam sure ....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................ I will go on and on may be at a later time ....Chandu and CHIPS here&lt;br /&gt;are answers to ur taggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY&lt;br /&gt;PV&lt;br /&gt;PVSS&lt;br /&gt;Prakash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAD&lt;br /&gt;p1r2a3kash(My Yahoo id)&lt;br /&gt;sathyaprakashpv(My resume id)&lt;br /&gt;prakashpvss (my gmail id)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;How can I just Name three????&lt;br /&gt;My Height&lt;br /&gt;My Hair&lt;br /&gt;My Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DONT LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;Iam perfect ......&lt;br /&gt; ok ok Iam under weight right now and at present I dont like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE&lt;br /&gt;This looks to be a tricky question really didnt know whatto write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU&lt;br /&gt;Getting Blamed&lt;br /&gt;Fighting with Someone&lt;br /&gt;Early Death (Iam happy to die after age of 125 ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR DAILY ESSENTIALS&lt;br /&gt;Breathing&lt;br /&gt;Eating&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICALLY:- ADDIDAS SHOE, NIKE SOCKS , PeterEngland Trouser&lt;br /&gt;MENTALLY  :- COnfusion , EagerNess , Hunger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP&lt;br /&gt;Frankness&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;br /&gt;FlawLess Acceptance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in no particular Order)&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;Its difficult for me to prioritize and make it three ....here i give a small list&lt;br /&gt; smile , dress sense , way of walking , alertness , body language , ...........&lt;br /&gt; oh god&lt;br /&gt;its about physical things right ...cha cha cha ....ok lemme write now&lt;br /&gt;Body Proportion&lt;br /&gt;Colour of the SKin&lt;br /&gt;Cheeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU REALLY WANT TO DO RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;An adventurous  vaccation&lt;br /&gt; FInish the Project before Deadline&lt;br /&gt;Find a Girl Friend for me ( .... I may Have to prove to the world Iam capable of&lt;br /&gt;catching a girl and going out on a dinner and a movie with her .........)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACCATION&lt;br /&gt;Sun&lt;br /&gt;Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Patala (UnderGround)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU LIKE&lt;br /&gt;MANAV (picked up from Taal ) .... Its enough if one can be a human&lt;br /&gt;Mansi (picked up from Taal )..... SOmehow this name has attracted me&lt;br /&gt;Monica (Keep it to urself its name of my first crush .......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE&lt;br /&gt;Attain Satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;Attain Satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;Attain Satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW&lt;br /&gt;MANISHA KOIRALA (My Fav ACtress ...)&lt;br /&gt;MANOJ NIGHT SHYAMALAN (MY DRONACHARYA)&lt;br /&gt;#$%^&amp;*$    (MY SWEET HEART)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111892659103976270?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111892659103976270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111892659103976270&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111892659103976270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111892659103976270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/06/where-what-and-how.html' title='Where , What and How'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111858962675873321</id><published>2005-06-12T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T08:20:26.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All that I want to be ........</title><content type='html'>Iam late Iam late and Iam late ........I wanted to write this from the time i got to know that i&lt;br /&gt;was tagged but the busy shecdules didnt allow me to get to this ...so here I go on a week end&lt;br /&gt;writing this ..... CHIPS and CHANDU I might not be able to tag three more for I know only three people in the Blog WOrld and&lt;br /&gt;i)NEELS :- She says she hates this tagging&lt;br /&gt;ii)CHANDU :- He has already finished it ....:(&lt;br /&gt;iii)CHIPS :- The same here .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write about other things bit slowly (I mean by the end of this week) , but this post I&lt;br /&gt;want to write about the careers which I would like to take up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I)TRAFFIC POLICE :- ya ya u read it correctly , this was my dream to become when I was at the age of 7 or 8. Infact I had a police dress and I used to make lots of noise with the whistle&lt;br /&gt;attatched to the Dress , but now na re baba na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II) RJ or DJ :- I would love to be an RJ for I can get paid for talking and I would love to host&lt;br /&gt;few shows like cyrus or the RJ dariaus (bangaloreans know him better...) ...Iam confident that I&lt;br /&gt;can really do a good job at it ...I guess I can modulate my voice but my pronunciation needs to&lt;br /&gt;be tuned ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III) ATHLETE :- Ya It needs stamina , It needs practice , It needs GUTS and it can take you to&lt;br /&gt;Glory and may be I can get to meet MARION JONES.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV) PACE BOWLER :- Yes I would do any thing to become this , but I started my cricket career in Institute very late and by the time I realized that I can bowl few bouncers or yorkers It was&lt;br /&gt;already late ..... When u have a ball in ur hand and all thats there in ur mind is just those&lt;br /&gt;three wickets and u put all ur energy and concentration and get the wickets rolling and u listen&lt;br /&gt;to the cheers "PV come on get the wicket ...get him......" ... team coming and hugging u for ur&lt;br /&gt;wicket taking action .....l.I would like to fly like a bird .......THE RAWALPINDI EXPRESS ......(BTW Iam good at this but not enough even to make it to a local team ..need practise but I guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V) ACTOR :- Acting is some thing that has come to me by birth I guess , I was a good actor in my college days ,I took some time for me to get popular but I made a mark for myself atleast , but no opportunity now ...Iam seriously thinking of joining a Troup after few years ..... I Would&lt;br /&gt;like to be a RICHARD GERE.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VI) DIRECTOR :- I am more interested to take some thriller movies where the screenplay and camera  does the show ...... Woyuld like to be an assistant director to MANI RATNAM .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VII)Lyricist :- I have thoda sa talent or thats what people say when I write in Telugu ...Thats&lt;br /&gt;all gods given nothing of my own ....... I would Like to be a good Lyricist like SIRIVENNELA&lt;br /&gt;SEETA RAMASASTRY .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIII)LAWYER :- Debating logically an dstanding for what I believe is part and parcel of me .....&lt;br /&gt;This is not there from birth as I went through my years of education and went around with people learnty little I became this ...... I want to be a Lawyer especially a CRIMINAL LAWYER ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IX)SPY :- Just removing two revolvers from the side pockets and shooting the enimies .....&lt;br /&gt;Different roles to play .... should think faster than the opponent ...Treasure Hunting .....I&lt;br /&gt;love all these .....I would like to be a private ditective or consultant for few detctive&lt;br /&gt;agencies .....who else but Brosnan is whom I want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; X) SHEPERED :- Far away in the distant land I and my sheep thats all ,no belongings just rearing them and living under tress , passing by brookes .....I would love to be this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and much more much ,more but currently Iam a software Engineer+ Architect +R &amp;amp; D Engineer all and all for my company .....I will be leaving this job by the end of next year and will move to&lt;br /&gt;research for three years from then ........ In some way or other I will try to fullfill all these&lt;br /&gt;dream jobs of mine for PV not only dreams he realizes it ..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111858962675873321?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111858962675873321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111858962675873321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111858962675873321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111858962675873321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/06/all-that-i-want-to-be.html' title='All that I want to be ........'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111839261355099583</id><published>2005-06-10T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T01:36:53.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again ..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh God ! Responsibilities , Worries and much more............Ya theres a reason behind this quick post. Iam totally involved in working for theproject of my company which iam designing and taking the responsibility for it . Its a complex system and every design step I take can save thousands of bucks of company from future debugging purposes. Now Iam not able to concentrate on it . My brother who got a decent rank o 234 in IIT entrances for Msc in Physics (BTW there are only 190 seats so he is still not sure of his seat) .......Now in his application to IIT chennai he forgot to attatch few forms and they sent back saying that before 15 th the required details should reach him......Iam in blore , the letter has come to my home town ,My brother needs to attatch the letter also along with the needed documents ,so at end of all the story it looks like either me or my bro has to go to chennai . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My situation is very tight because of the responsibility i have taken . But again i assured my parents and took the responsibility of my brother , so i nee dto take care of both ......and to worry me on top of all these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1) My bank balance is just 38rs 60 paise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2)A friend who has come from north will be going back 2morrow and I promised hima treat and that we will meet this evening ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3) My Bday gifts are still flowing in and Iam not getting time to thank them allpersonally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4)Some resumes of old acquiantences dropping in mail boxes for job and i dont know what to do with them and i should atleast reply to them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5)my brother lost the mobile and iam trying to reach him through other means ...not able to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6)My mom is worried again at the other end and i am loosing my patience &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So my situation is back to tight and all these because either I took a responsibility or I gave a word ........... These turblances indeed make life more interesting .... currently my feeling is how do i tackle all these god give more energy and strangth and patience .....Iknow I can do it all and come out with flying colours ..... But everytime I comeout from a situation another automatically pos up and apparently I will not be the cause for it , but need to tackle it ....... How long does this have to go on ..........I guess till my last breath ....... What ever happens life goes on .......&lt;br /&gt;I wrote all these here to just get these things out of my mind , encourage myself and concentrate on my work ...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111839261355099583?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111839261355099583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111839261355099583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111839261355099583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111839261355099583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/06/once-again.html' title='Once again ..............'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111814755537149266</id><published>2005-06-07T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T22:39:18.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>InSearch Of Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is duniya mein do tarah ke log hote hai1)Sari Jindagi ek hi kaam karte hai....aur dusra2)Eki jindagi mein sari kaam karte hai .......and pv belongs to second category&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dialogue courtesy :- Bunty Aur Bubbly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iam not sure whether should I be happy and be on top of the world or should I be sad and curse myself. I will never do the second one and thats what I tell myself and for most part of the my life I ve been following it. I joined a startup company which currently still looking promising.I still have doubts that if it needs to stay for more than an year then it needs real good products (and Iam one of the main Guys developing that).Should I be happy for the fact that I got a chance to do all this when iam still 24,chance to lead a group,chance to take desicions that can effect a company ,or sad for Iam not getting free time for myself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the end of a harddays work when I go back home after a tiresome travel I ask myself for whom Iam doing all this. I dont have an answer so I need to go on doing this.Iam ok with the work but the only fact that it needs my 12 hrs attention a day. Iam used only at max work 3 hrs a day . When I reach home and dont have energy to walk till the nearby hotel to get some grub for myself I sleep off.I feel so sad for that.(I can ask my frnds to get some food for me but I prefer not to do that .......). My frnds are so nice that they ask me everyday whats my dinner plan whether I need something and when I comeback home if Iam abt to sleep they scold me to go and eat something.(Iam really happy to hve such good frnds....) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so I am planning to do research at my own pace....Iam not sure whether this is a correct decision but I feel it will do good to me ......Now my GRE prep has gone to dogs , where I get time ,Only on weekends and I have lots to catch up with ........ Iam going far away from myself for the last time I touched my dairy was some ages back and my so called writings which I like writing in telgu are becoming extinct .....My guitar learning (I paid huge sum for classes and attended 6 classes only till now ......) and after all this all my hard work goes as taxes and LalloPrasad Yadav sits there and scams it all ...... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iam not helping anybody .....where my life is going ....Is it the way I want ....what I want to achieve ..........where do I get satisfaction ......All these unanswered questions I will find solutions and by the end of this Financial Year I wud Hve decided and want to follow my Heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.....Iam in search of Myself ...........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111814755537149266?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111814755537149266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111814755537149266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111814755537149266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111814755537149266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/06/insearch-of-myself.html' title='InSearch Of Myself'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111768585170365148</id><published>2005-06-01T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T03:29:47.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Neels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I think I can draw a line in the middle of the page and write the differences between myself(PV) and Neels (My Blog friend &lt;a href="http://akruti.blogspot.com"&gt;ALOCHANA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://akruti.blogspot.com"&gt;).&lt;/a&gt; I met her previous sunday on my way back fromKv's(My friend) marriage. I was in constant touch with her from the begining either via Yahoo or via Blog and at later stages via my mobile (Thanx 2 my reliance 1 rupee std...).It all started one fine day and we three ended up being good friends.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! sorry the third person is Chandu( &lt;a href="http://myalterego.rediffblogs.com"&gt;My Alter Ego&lt;/a&gt;} These are the only two blog friends I have. Both are amazing writers(unlike me).Iam happy 2 say that I met both of them. But Chandu is yet to meet Neels so its me and me alone who met both of them&lt;br /&gt;(So what ???? Nothing .....) Before I wander into different arenas lemme concentrate on my meeting with neels. It was mid afternoon when the sun is at its peak I met her at her college. She took methrough a tour of her college and only after reading her blog today I came to know my words actually made her scream. I was forcing myself not to pull her leg and once in a while where I couldnt resist I commented. Ofcourse if i shake my head for all that she was saying then it cant be PV.&lt;br /&gt;I was bit selfish and I said no to all those things which she said "Can we do this??????". I made her walk a lot (BTW she fell sicjk the same day bcoz of that ......dont blame me, I never Knew she was so sensitive.....sorry I knew bcoz of the Aishwarya rai incident on my blog .....oh sorry to say my blog ..this was created by neels herself....so I met the creator of my blog.I was my usual self when I met her , swinging in the air , moving the hands.&lt;br /&gt;My mom actually gave me few suggestions regarding how I should behave when I meet a girl / New person. It was good to listen , only thing I follwed was that I had clean shave because an unshaven faceshows disrespect to the person whom we are gonna meet. One of my friend Kris taught me how to have food when I go out (kind of using fork ,spoon , .........) , I remembered that those only after I finished my lunch with neels. It was good that I forgot bcoz apparently it looks like she hates formal way of doing things. Even I hate it bcoz my freedom is restricted and any thing that restricts my freedom I dont like it.While we were eating we were supposed to think of what we should do next .&lt;br /&gt;But it was typical of me to forget and I think she also forgot so even at the end of the lunch we didnt decide what to do. At an icecream corner she gave few suggestions for most of which I denied. At last after making few auto people richer (BTW HYD auto walas survive bcoz of her I guess) we landed up at NTR gardens. It was a decent place bcoz our stomachs were full we couldnt eat chat except drinkwater and water,Thanx to climate.&lt;br /&gt;it cooled down drastically and weather was really good.I showed her the "Awara Pagal Deewana" T-shirt and just kept on speaking something or other ,It was good that she was not silent. I thought from her blog that suddenly she might become silent and I might land in a situation where I wudnt hve known what to do. But nothing like that happened.&lt;br /&gt;I can keep writing like this about meeting Neels .....but I said to myself cut the crap and tell what you wanted to say .....here it goes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neels is a good girl...It was good meeting her in person .....Nice to have such a good friend..&lt;/span&gt;..errrr, I forgot she gave me a gift and its really nice and on top of its written&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; remember me&lt;/span&gt;..... "Neels I will always remember u .... I didnt know that when we meet somebody we need to take a gift .... Meeting me itself is a gift for anybody ...lol.... and the only gift I gave to Neels is that Meeting of ours ...But sure (If I remember or else u need to remind me) next time we meet I will give u a gift ........&lt;br /&gt;Thanx to all those bloggers who wished me on my BDAY...&lt;br /&gt;My special Thanks 1) Chandu :- We wanted to meet on that day but rain played the spoil sport&lt;br /&gt;2) Neels :- Thanx 4 that beautiful card u sent&lt;br /&gt;3) Twin :- For those good wishes of hers .......&lt;br /&gt;Above three people I dont know ur BDAYs ..please lemme Know ........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111768585170365148?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111768585170365148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111768585170365148&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111768585170365148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111768585170365148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/06/meeting-neels.html' title='Meeting Neels'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111751268179932605</id><published>2005-05-30T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T21:37:20.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalte Chalte .........</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/LifeIsAboutStruggle.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finished succesful (I call it so) 24 years on this planet Earth.&lt;br /&gt;I have loads and loads to write abt&lt;br /&gt;1) Kv (My Friends Marriage) ...&lt;br /&gt;2) Meeting with Neels ....&lt;br /&gt;3) Mafia Game ......( I won an oscar for it in my last game )&lt;br /&gt;4) Abt Life and Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................but Life is all about struggle and I need to give my best shot now and I am hoping to update my blog any time today evening and i will be a regular blogger again ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a Tobacco free day , all smokers please dont do public service by smoking in public places , if u want to kill urself no objection from me but dont harm me with ur smoke ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today happens to be the Bday of clinteEastwood and according to few people it is also Napolean's (one who lost in battle of Waterloo) Bday ....... They should be proud that They are born on the same day on which Iam born...lol ....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111751268179932605?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111751268179932605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111751268179932605&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111751268179932605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111751268179932605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/05/chalte-chalte.html' title='Chalte Chalte .........'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111651778049066550</id><published>2005-05-19T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T08:49:40.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you ......</title><content type='html'>Oh mera blog&lt;br /&gt;I miss u da,.... so many memories and moments to cherish , so many things learnt but circumstances are not asllowing me to talk to you......&lt;br /&gt;i)Iam still having nose block and on medication&lt;br /&gt;ii)My energy levels came down by 30%&lt;br /&gt;iii) No Net at new office ........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111651778049066550?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111651778049066550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111651778049066550&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111651778049066550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111651778049066550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you ......'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111599068060859437</id><published>2005-05-13T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T06:24:40.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PV to PPV(Posh PV)</title><content type='html'>Yes Yes , PV is now gonna be more smart and fashionable , After a long long search I ended up buying a cargo in AllanSoally and a Pair of shoes in Addidas ........ So my care less attitude abt my dress sense is coming to an end ..... More than the shoes I bought , I liked the smile of the girl who showed me the shoes at Addidas ........ so I took long time to buy the shoes (lol...) ..Now my credit card bill is zooming ..... Now with my New cargo New Shoes and New T-Shirt If I walk in Bangalore ...Oh god I have to go into dream world of many girls and thats the tough part of it ....... Wanna Hve a memorable week end ...Iam 95% ok and will be alright by tomorrow .......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111599068060859437?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111599068060859437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111599068060859437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111599068060859437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111599068060859437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/05/pv-to-ppvposh-pv.html' title='PV to PPV(Posh PV)'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111589399841676583</id><published>2005-05-12T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T03:33:18.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iam sick ...........</title><content type='html'>Lots of icecreams , cold Badam milk , cold Rose Milk, sitting in terrace to practise guitar in the cold night .... all these have made my body susceptible for an attack of cold ......... This Bangalore weather is highly unpredictable , for I never know when its cold or when its hot ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to take things positively and optimize on them , so I thought how can I take my fever positively , I am thinking on what needs to be done to keep myself healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) It has given my Body a good amount of rest , which it was asking for ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) As pointed out by subbi and Kv my dinner habits are very erratic , I feel lazy to go outside and have dinner so I skip it , I need to change this and will do it from today ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii)Just curd rice alone doesnt give me energy some vegetables also have to go in ... so I need to cook curry also or dal on week days ...... (Its tough .. and I cant hve outside dtuff for both lunch and dinner ..... nobody to cook for me .... may be seriously should think of getting a cook ......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv) I need to stop my icecreams .. so ice creams only on week ends ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v)My liquid intake has gone down drastically and need to increase it heavily ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vi) No excercise makes Pv a bad boy , I compensate it by walking back home from office ..... still needs to bend the body in the morning too ...... (My new cycle might give me enough excercise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          The problem of being sick is I get bored and sometimes I dont get sleep at night times , I talk too less , get irritated very fast , want silence all around , Iam not my usual self , so I want to get out of this fever , I took two doses of antibiotic (feeling very weak ...) an dtonight the third dose and hoping that it will out from me and Iam all fresh energetic exuberant and can go and play a game of basketball this week end (BTW I bought a new basket ball oping that I can play more and have more fun .......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things that come with fever is , you really get to know how much concern others show to you , all those phone calls from home and friends asking how better I feel ,  Friends staying with me  enquire abt my food, ask abt what I want and get that , They will reduce the TV volume ..... they need to do so much sacrifice ...thanx guys for all that and am sorry for all the trouble my fever is causing ......... Hoping to get well soon ...By tomorrow morning ...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111589399841676583?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111589399841676583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111589399841676583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111589399841676583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111589399841676583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/05/iam-sick.html' title='Iam sick ...........'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111546174887705574</id><published>2005-05-07T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T03:29:08.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1) Iam a fool&lt;br /&gt;2) Iam the most ill-dressed human being&lt;br /&gt;3) I and sincerity cant co exist&lt;br /&gt;4) I tell lies (chota chota ones ...) to escape from people ...&lt;br /&gt;5) I forget things at an amazing rate&lt;br /&gt;6) Iam a bit (at times lot) Selfish&lt;br /&gt;7) I take revenge if I feel I need to&lt;br /&gt;8) I am always unshaven with ruffeld hair and crumple trouser&lt;br /&gt;9) I Hurt people by my words at times (wantedly and un wantedly )&lt;br /&gt;10) Iam a really really crazy Guy&lt;br /&gt; 11) Iam much much less smarter than what people think&lt;br /&gt;12) Iam much much slower than what others feel&lt;br /&gt; 13) Iam a Dumb creature at times&lt;br /&gt;14) I love to spend time on all the things other than what iam supposed to do....&lt;br /&gt; .................................at the end of it "Iam What Iam"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want I will go and get it&lt;br /&gt;If I like I will go and acheive it  .........Iam what Iam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont hurt any body till I feel they are Hurting me .....&lt;br /&gt;I have patience ,lots of it , but if it crosses its limit then , I will make sure they regret for it ....... Pv is not as good as what others feel ....... PV can create can destroy.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam a blind optimist who is trying to cross this ocean by holding the Hand of my Master Divine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day to Day Innings&lt;br /&gt;1) I miss chandramma (our maid servant) the most ... washing utensils , sweeping ,keeping things  at the right place ...oh God Chandramma come fast ....&lt;br /&gt;2) Girl in the H.N0 2588 got married , I was so busy with myself that I havent even noticed the  big pandal infront of their house ........&lt;br /&gt;3) My Guitar classes and practise are going great ..... I can play happy Bday song with chords .. Yesterdat I sang Bday song for all my friends ...&lt;br /&gt;4) Will be going out to buy a pair of dress (My Bday is coming ....ha ha ha ) along with Kv ....&lt;br /&gt;5) Planning to go for Go-Karting , Narian in me is awake ........&lt;br /&gt;6) Today I changed my Hair style and when I saw myself in mirror even I didnt like , but just     kept it that way because of "I dont Care " attitude of mine ....&lt;br /&gt;7) Things at home I guess are ok ,hoping that it gets more settled ....&lt;br /&gt;8) Bobby (my bro) has IIt entrance tomorrow and after that will be going home .....&lt;br /&gt;9) My GRE preperation is yet to start and I need to start befor I waste one more year...        (BTW I was supposed to write GRE last year , didnt have dabbu (money) so joined a job ,             now it looks like iam hooked up with the job .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS :- i) I wrote the first piece because I just wanted to tell all that Iam not that good , &lt;br /&gt;                        I  have bad qualities in me .... I feel its ok and Iam living with it for I  dont  want to&lt;br /&gt;                         be a mahatma , I want to be a subash Chandra Bose.&lt;br /&gt;     ii) The second list of things are there as part of my memoir .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111546174887705574?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111546174887705574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111546174887705574&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111546174887705574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111546174887705574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/05/1-iam-fool-2-iam-most-ill-dressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111526866734029203</id><published>2005-05-04T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T03:30:31.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PV - The Happy Man</title><content type='html'>Happy Man , Ya its rightly said that Happiness doesnt lie in doing what you like but it lies in liking what you do. Its always easy to say but difficult to practise. I want to write a big post , but guess my time needs have increased . Things at home are much better now ,&lt;br /&gt;"Inumu virigineni atikinchavachhu&lt;br /&gt;Manasu virigineni atikinchagalama " ...... I know it cant be fully solved but at least they fall in place so that life can move on ..... One side its "Tadap Tadap kar is dil se aah nikalti rahi ..."&lt;br /&gt;and the other part of life wants me to sing "Aaj main oopar aasma niche aaj main aage ......."&lt;br /&gt;but Iam moving on saying "Janmamettitira anubhavinchitira ... jeevana samram lo odi gelichitira ..................."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahasam swaasaga saagipo pv ....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111526866734029203?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111526866734029203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111526866734029203&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111526866734029203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111526866734029203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/05/pv-happy-man.html' title='PV - The Happy Man'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111492688649073800</id><published>2005-04-30T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T22:54:46.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is again sailing through rough waters. But only thing now is that my hands are tied and iam helpless. One side its mom and the otherside its dad. My dad is again torturing my mom by his words and actions. when my mom called me up and spoke it was tough for me to control my tears by listening her cry . But I had to do it or else she will be more upset. I have seen this happen before many times and I hated it the most. I dont have anything against my dad but he doesnt behave properly with my mom and I hate that the most.  I thought it was all fine because they went on a trip to kasi and agra. But things are not fine . From yesterday morning from the time my mom rang me up I am rest less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My presence at home now will only worsen the situation and I dont want that. I told my mom today mom any time you feel you cant bear it anymore a call to me and you can leave every thing and can come stay with me happily. She doesnt want that . God I am not even sure of what I should do . It hapened during my childhood times too and I was silent now Iam all on my own and still Iam silent. For I am really helpless God  , I pray to you beg you to make it alright .&lt;br /&gt;My mom has done lot of sacrifices for my dad but he doesnt understand that and wants more . The way its looking from my moms words that my dad is behaving like a        (I hate to write abt my dad this way but the way he behaves at times makes me hate him.......) ... He has taken care of my needs ... He was a proper father , and that makes it more troublesome ....... Its like a hell in my mind .......But I am just acting normal for my brother is with me (Iam happy that he is with me not at home now ...) and i dont want gim to know a bit of it ........ I cant bear any body crying and its my mom who is crying and I am here totally helpless ....... I just wanted to go home and say dad it might be good for u if u both are away for some time and I want mom to take with me and get ...But my mom doesnt want that ..... I cant even speak on phone for long time ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom , I am crying because I dont want to see u crying and I am really helpless ..... Just one word from u and I can move mountains ......I Love you mom more than any thing .. I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dear Dad , I love you , You have been a good father to me and i never stepped out of your words but why do you behave this way ... I hate you for this dad , your words can cut deeper than swords and why dont u understand that ..... If u cant make mom smile its fine but please dont make her cry .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on no matter what happens and there my mom is sad , here iam depressed , there dad is in some state and i dont know what ........ Dear God , If you can transfer my moms pain to me just do it right away , I can bear it , but I cant see my mom like that ,............. Give me the strength lord .....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS :- I didnt want to write all this here but i am not sure why  I wrote it here for it might lessen my burden ..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111492688649073800?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111492688649073800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111492688649073800&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111492688649073800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111492688649073800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/04/life-is-again-sailing-through-rough.html' title=''/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111477624982635681</id><published>2005-04-29T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T05:04:09.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;9 Reasons Why Guitar is better than Girl Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1) You get to tune it to your scale .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2) You can play with it whenever you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3) It can always remain with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4) No cell bill which can shoot upto the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5) If you are sad you can play sad tunes if u are happy you can play  happy tunes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6) No matter how long you neglect it , It doesnt crib.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7) It always remains in that shape and size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;8) It can never shout at you for it has no mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;9) You get to pull the strings.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            and the only reason why I dont prefer a guitar over my GirlFriend is&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"It doesnt have the heart to understand me "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Please bring down the raised eyebrows. Now that Iam started going to guitar classes and Iam in love with it just gave words to the thoughts . Long back I have seen a poster saying 8 reasons why Beer is better than Women.May be this is in that line I have written.                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Human relationships  are difficult to understand. It makes u smile when the volcano of tears is flowing with in. It makes one Cry even when there is joy all around. Why we are this way ? The only answer I have is we are Humans. At times expectations can take us to the deepest of the oceans and the same expectations can make us fly in the sky. But to be on the earth we should be devoid of expectations , but how easy its to be that way ?????? No answers for this from me ?????? For thats the toughest thing i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         As a mathematician I would like to optimize , optmize on my bliss , joy , satisfaction in my life ....Its in this direction that I will travel .... My heart is compass and my treasure my everything in this journey .................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PV is a simple normal human being(in humnan at times) ..... so in the day to day innings&lt;br /&gt;i) Today morning we made Pasta ... I should say its not bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) My guitar master gave me enough excercises for one month and I need  to practise a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii)Those sharp strings have already started forming cuts on my fingers ( good sign ....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv) 2morrow will be my first GRE class and I need to work hard to get a good score in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        ........ so inshort iam Njoing my life , with trips completely out of plan (except for the forth coming ooty trip ....will get a rough plan this week end regarding bus fares and timings) and weekends guitar , guitar ,and Gre .....If sri is free then may be we can sit and compose few lines .........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111477624982635681?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111477624982635681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111477624982635681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111477624982635681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111477624982635681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/04/9-reasons-why-guitar-is-better-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111467542614254116</id><published>2005-04-28T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T01:03:46.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinni Chinni asha .......</title><content type='html'>" Na cheli rojave na lo unnave ninne talichele nenu .........&lt;br /&gt;gali nannu takaga nuvvu naaku gnyapakam ......"      &lt;br /&gt;                     i was listening to that song from roja anad singing along with it (I neither know the lyrics nor the tune , bcoz no one was at home i was acting for this song.....)  .... Tears were coming out of my eyes how much ever i controlled but there was a smile on the face also ..... the tears were there not because I thought of some one whom i was missing ...it was because I was cutting onions for my oye-Bubbly pulav......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           "ANdarni doche donga nene le Na gunde dochukunna     &lt;br /&gt;             Dorasani nuvvele ... chinnari vaina chinnadana ......"     &lt;br /&gt;                With a knife in the hand i was dancing and acting for the songs yesterday evening.It was really nice witrh songs played at the background and me all alone in the house dancing my way. I dance when Iam alone and in good mood (95% of the time iam in good mood and the other 5% is very rare and stays for a little time ..). I felt i was not that bad dancer may i should jopin some salsa or other dance classes to inprovise. But the reason i have not gone is I feel embrassed to dance infront of others (even friends......)... Then power went off and I was off to the terrace to get caressed by the drizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; PS :- Winproxy kicked off and we wwer not able to share net via LAN. I dont know when it can come up..... Managed to get net time .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111467542614254116?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111467542614254116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111467542614254116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111467542614254116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111467542614254116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/04/chinni-chinni-asha.html' title='Chinni Chinni asha .......'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111460497064731043</id><published>2005-04-27T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T05:29:30.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My Mind</title><content type='html'>"Why does a Man need a WOman ????" .... A man needs a woman to feel that he is needed . These were the words which I read may be 6 years back in a readers digest in an article ""Why does a Man need a WOman ????" . Is the feeling of "Being needed" necessary in Life . Do we really need somebody???&lt;br /&gt;I have no answers and I have no time to think abt it as of now. If needed I will give a thought to it may be few years later in time.Just those thoughts crossed my mind. I felt that lots of things are centred around others appreciation , others concern , others and others ..... all for some thing thats outside.&lt;br /&gt;DO I call it recognition , appreciation ,concern ????  There were times when I worked for others appreciation , when I did something so that I could get recognition , there was joy in it (People might deny it ...for they are scared to accept facts). There is a joy in others recognition , but only thing is it doesnt last long .....&lt;br /&gt;I guess iam writing lot of gyan ...but pv is sprite "Bhujaya only pyaas baki sab bakwaas"... so many varied thoughts. My mind instead of becoming calm with the age is becoming more unstable , weavery ..... Its all in the mind and its a mind came .....Master your mind and be a master mind and I want to be the master of my mind. I want it to listen to me ................&lt;br /&gt;i) My stove is repaired.ii)My new found love is with me (no suspense ....Guitar) and i am going to first guitar class todayiii)My friends are already worried abt the cacaphony iam gonna create .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111460497064731043?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111460497064731043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111460497064731043&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111460497064731043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111460497064731043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/04/me-and-my-mind.html' title='Me and My Mind'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111451412160993455</id><published>2005-04-26T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T23:43:48.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST THINKING ABOUT PAST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was my first time. I went upto the stage . The topic I got in my eloctution competetion was&lt;br /&gt;something related to charecter. When I stood there words were not coming out. I made myself a laughing stock. Infact I didnt even come outside my room in Hostel for I was scared that people&lt;br /&gt;might look at me and laugh. It was my first time. I went upto the stage . Started delivering the dialogues. It was monoaction competetion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My voice was still that of a kid. It was shrill and of high frequency. I made myself a laughing stock. Again I never came out of my room for some time. It was my first mathematics class. I was sitting in last bench . I got up and asked a silly doubt.Every body looked at me and laughed .I was embrassesed . I realized that my basics are weak. It was not the first time. But it was first time I showed it to anybody. My writings were said to be words pasted together. I felt bad . I decided never to show any of my writngs to anybody . For it was only for my self satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After Few years ..........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was yet another time. I went upto the stage . There was pindrop silence. I gave my talk and was satisfied at the end by listening to the thundering claps I got. It was yet another time. I went upto the stage. This was for our House drama. I was playing the role of a mad cap. I finished my role and came behind the stage .... Lots of shake hands , words saying "pv great action" ..... I walked proudly with a smile&lt;br /&gt;It was yet another results day. People were all worried abt the Grades. I was cool and when somebody came and said Pv you got 5.0 out of 5.0 there was a smile for I was one of the class toppers in Mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;It was our sports meet. The Torch song was done by our music group . The lyrics were written by me. When the torch was lit and the song was played with a three stacks of 40 speakers each in an open ground , I was just sitting there and listening .... There was a smile on my face when&lt;br /&gt;people said "Pv great wordings ....."&lt;br /&gt;Yes ....everything needs a beginning. I am happy that I started and continued. I got both Help&lt;br /&gt;and critcism. But Iam happy that I could reach this stage. I was a thin short kiddish PV 8 years back with 70 % marks could hardly speak a word or deliver a dialogue (but I could scribble few words) . My mom was worried to send me to a hostel for I didnt even know how to comb my hair (till today I dont know how to comb my hair .......) . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had to take help of room mate at the night so that i can go to rest room for I was scared of dark. I was one who was just like a sheep following other sheep or shepered and never asked why ? what ? I was scared to play because people felt i might break my bones. I was only an out sitting audience for all basket ball matches and played only when all have left and only one or two were there in the court.&lt;br /&gt;Now Pv is a confident , young , energetic , Engineer about to lead a group to deliver a world&lt;br /&gt;class product into market. Can dribble a basket ball , can bowl a Yorker or a short pitch , can&lt;br /&gt;take an initiative , can get the things done. There were many many people who helped me so that I could be what Iam today . I owe all to them. My Friends, My seniors, My parents , My teachers ...... I still want to grow and grow .....&lt;br /&gt;Iam not sure why I wrote all this today , Just thought about my past and present and Future and I guess its effect is here ........ I dont rate myself the best , but I am better than what I was.&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure of the criteria to measure , but its just a feeling ...may be its termed as self satisfaction ..... I am still travelling towards my destination , Iam just happy about my journey, satisfied with my pace ..........But I need to go on and on .... I will go on and on no matter who holds my hand or who pulls my leg, I will move ahead if needed against the stream.&lt;strong&gt;I go on .......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111451412160993455?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111451412160993455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111451412160993455&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111451412160993455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111451412160993455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-thinking-about-past.html' title='JUST THINKING ABOUT PAST'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111434296501319010</id><published>2005-04-24T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T04:42:45.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mera Number kab ayega</title><content type='html'>One and a Two and a Three and a Four and a one and a ........ From basics iam learning Music.I met my guitar Guru and Sri certified him average , but because of the one to one clases I decided to join under him. Music is one area in which I have not had any experience except&lt;br /&gt;that some of the words written by me were composed by sri and group at some point of time. With my initiation into music I and sri look fwd to do more with my words and the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;It takes time and needs patience  to become some thing in Music world. We want to have our own band , have our own songs and our own videos if not for any others we want to do it for ourselves. Life is worth a sony Handy cam and I guess i should be able to afford it at the end of 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now My hair is long and I want to grow more and make it more longer ,so decided no hair cuts till I catch cold.......I am bent upon buying a bike at the end of next month. SO weekdays evening 8 to 9 guitar classes and week ends GRE coaching. So lots of  changes are gonna happen and iam gonna get Busy and Busy and I am travelling towards victory ...... Iam confident "Jaha bhi jawoo jeet ke laut awoon ............".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I happened to see Bombay movie yet another time and it evoked in me the same felings it did 12 years back. This was 30 th time me watching Bombay..... I want to join as assistant director under maniratnam and see his direction .... May be i will get chance one day&lt;br /&gt;...Mera number kab ayega ???? ayega Pv ayega ???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111434296501319010?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111434296501319010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111434296501319010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111434296501319010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111434296501319010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/04/mera-number-kab-ayega.html' title='Mera Number kab ayega'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111408614162258125</id><published>2005-04-21T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T05:22:21.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Samjhaa kar yaar ....</title><content type='html'>I just read through my previous posts and surprisingly they were sounding good. I Know Iam not a good writer but i still keep keying my thoughts. Anyways Its long time since i wrote any crap .here i decided today to write some nonsense. so Beware and danger ahead.As i was writing this I got a call from sri. Thats it the plan for the evening is on its way.yesterday night we were again 9 of us in the house ,chatting chatting guys were awake till 4 :00 in the morning. I dont have enough strength to be awake that long but was awake till 12:00 .The night out had effetct on Sri and he took a leave today. Yesterday Night I , Kris and Babai went out for dinner and I was saying I will give a treat and these guys were denying and saying that we will go to a small chat centre and have differebt chats. Atlast after a long walk we landed up at a chat centre . All the way we were discussing who is the abhay (Kamal hasans Psycho movie) babai or Kris . Actually both of them are psychos thats why i supported both of them. Now sri , kris and Babai are coming  to MG road (near my office) and we will go some where.The awesome threesome SRI KRIS and ME are wearing our designer wear and Babai is feeling so bad that he was not part of the photo. This T shirt purpose was two fold. One to give out form 2 our crazy ideas . two to irritate babai. We said he is so huge that he cant fit into the photo. Babai yesterday didnt allow me to wear that T shirt bcoz he was not there in the photo. But today he cant act like that bcoz Iam already wearing it..... ha ha ha ha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My office is gonna shift to a better place (Hope nearer to my House) pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;2) A female "Minnu" is gonna join us on May 9 th for S/w development.Lets see how things go....&lt;br /&gt;3) Stove in Home needs to be repaired and iam just post poning.&lt;br /&gt;4) I want to go to kodai kannal but i guess my current financial status doesnt allow me to do&lt;br /&gt;that..... (Iam back to basics waiting for First.......)&lt;br /&gt;5) I am gonna take up my GRE coaching (Iam very bad at verbal...) from next week end .(So all&lt;br /&gt;tours travels masti cut..... so sad ....such is life.)&lt;br /&gt;6)I need a shave otherwise people can mistake me for Devdas .... week end it gets its due&lt;br /&gt;7)I lost the vigour to work Hard ...may be I need to get it back&lt;br /&gt; 8)Todays afternoon Veg Biryani in HYD mahal was terrible and i really didnt like it .....&lt;br /&gt;9)Tomorrow evening i have a visitor interested to Know what Iam working on.... May be I should charge consultancy charges ....&lt;br /&gt;10)The girl I saw today looked too good ..... But her Boy friend was also like HULK HOGAN&lt;br /&gt;11) I recollected jenny's words "Girls always pick up rotten apples those that are rotten and lying on the ground. They never look at the apples fresh on the Top  and Iam one of those Fresh apples may be I need to rot soon"I don t buy that argument but I knew it was for fun...&lt;br /&gt;12)Whereever I go only listen the word "LOVE" and the problems they face , the sadness in their feelings ... I have neither answer for thwir questions nor magic wand to remove their&lt;br /&gt;sadness.....All I say is smile yaar&lt;br /&gt;13) My latest joke (not my creation though) needs to be told but that joke looses its meaning if&lt;br /&gt;I write it out. It only needs to be heard so I cant key in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that was enough crap ......One can call it crap because of the way i wrote it&lt;br /&gt;but the above is just what iam and the way iam .......samjhaakar yaar (My latest catchy dialogue&lt;br /&gt;of saif ...........)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS :- PV is PV for PV was PV and PV will be PV ,&lt;br /&gt;PV PV what pappa ?&lt;br /&gt;Writing crap no pappa?&lt;br /&gt;close ur mouth ha ha ha ha :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111408614162258125?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111408614162258125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111408614162258125&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111408614162258125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111408614162258125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/04/samjhaa-kar-yaar.html' title='Samjhaa kar yaar ....'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111399568006279978</id><published>2005-04-20T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T04:15:22.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I walk back .......?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/koyla1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the watch shows 5:30 in the evening my mind stops working and starts thinking abt plan for the evening. If there is any work I will do my level best to postpone. I just need a excuse to post pone the work and the work will be postponed (not always though) .&lt;br /&gt;After I finish my blog work chatting and mailing approximately at 7:15 I start of to home by walk. Few fried groundnuts (for 2rs ) or a boiled maize (for 5 rs) gives me a company till some time. My thoughts will be random at times thinking abt the low skirt of the gal infront of me , other times abt those kiddoos who sell roses and the sweet smile on their faces .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love crossing roads when there is a heavy traffic . I want to be the first one to be on the other end among those who are waiting to cross , but if iam busy eating then I will follow the nearest oldman for I know he will be very careful . While walking i kick around few stones that are there on the footpath (Iam not a good foot ball player) but mostly I try to kick the stone so that it hits a particular target . I have this habit of picking up pebbles when I see a heap of it and keep throwing them into holes or hit a target. At times I get lil crazier and the maximum was when i wanted to throw a pebble so that it goes in between the legs of a person standing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this goes on I will forget that there is something called world around me and the songs will be on my lips . Especially those that are fast beat or what ever that I have heard recently . Some times I will be in a slow mood walking slowly and singing silent songs ( and most of the time I end singing song from Bombay oorike chilaka .....) . I guess the traffic police controls the donkeys or else they would have rushed to greet me . I am no great singer and I have a very very bad name for singing the song "You and I in this beautiful world ..." of Hutch add. Till today when I start the song people will close their ears and my mouth at times. Currently iam with the song "Nadume uyyala nadake jampala .." of RP patnaik ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance when Iam alone and in josh , so if iam singing "main aisa kyoon hoon.." then automatically I will dance or i shake my body in a decent manner (at times indecent too..). Only at the end of it I will feel somebody might be watching me (But the faith that nobody knows me make me dance more ....). After cossing roads , walking long stretches I will end up near Sris office . If he is free then we both will meet and end up in a chat centre. We talk abt all the things abt his office my office , yesterday we were talking abt Music (Iam dumb at Music and he is a master ...) abt my guitar classes (yet to start ...) plans for next trip , composing a song for few words scribbled my me , old days and can range from any where to any where . We decided that we should stop meeting like this because if I go to meet him and he comes to meet me then when we will go out with girls. After a long discussion we felt that its not there in our hands and we dont want to go out of our way , so we are happy the way we are .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a Chat and a juice at times accompained by a cheese toast or a grilled sandwitch (some times its my dinner ...) we walk and talk and talk and walk. And at the end of it we reach a place where our roads diverge .......and he goes ahead in his way and me in my way ..... and I land up at home sweet home ................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS :- I have told my Twin that I will write a post on how I walk back but i guess I ended up writing something else , but thats what I am .................&lt;br /&gt;The above photo is one of the concept photos taken by us during our trip to Horseley hills ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111399568006279978?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111399568006279978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111399568006279978&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111399568006279978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111399568006279978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-i-walk-back.html' title='How I walk back .......?'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111398419123735768</id><published>2005-04-20T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T01:03:11.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/wdra.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though many think of you as a bit young, even childish, you'reactually incredibly deep and complex. You show people the need to rethink theirassumptions, and confront them on everything from how they think to where they build their houses. You might be one of the greatest people of all time. You'dbe recognized as such if you weren't always talking about talking rabbits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above words are for me given as an output to a stupid quiz given by a friend. Its too stupid according to me to tell who some body is by a set of 10 questions. You cant categorize anybody into this or that. But i cant deny the above facts too. But any how I took the stupid quiz as timepass so thought will put it on blog ........ I never spoke abt rabbits ... Now there might be some inner meaning in it or some crap .....I say go to hell ..Any how Iam  greatest of all time and u all must be happy that u are not only my contemporaries you also know me  .....hahahahahaha :) .........I was just kidding there .... Dont believe in this bull shit of what these jobless idiotic quizes say abt you ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111398419123735768?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111398419123735768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111398419123735768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111398419123735768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111398419123735768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/04/though-many-think-of-you-as-bit-young.html' title=''/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111389728827376971</id><published>2005-04-19T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T00:54:48.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sree Raghavam dasarathamja maprameyam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seeta patim Raghukulanvaya Ratna deepam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aajanu Bahum aravinda dalayataaksham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ramam nishachara vinashakaram ..... Vande vande seeta patim "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sri Rama Navami ..... This morning I was taken back in time . Just one year back on the same day of sri rama navami some thing special had happened. I made somebody who is dear to me smile by my actions. That smile still appears infront of my eyes like a movie. Physically I guess we could never be together, may be it was destined to be that way ,but cannot go away from my thoughts.That day I was on cloud nine , just that smile was enough for me and that too that smile was to me and because of me . I made so many people smile so many times, even internally when i was crying , but they were not so special , but this smile has etched itself deep in my heart . "I still Love you and take care of yourself ." I just wanted to say these words .... I know my love for you has the power to carry these words till you .......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was always fond of Lors rama and Arjuna of pandavas because of their perfection in archery. I was known for preparing good bows and arrows out of bamboo sticks. Infact we had competetions like whose arrow goes the farthest , the longest .......... May be this week end I will try to make a bow and arrow if i get the materials ........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember the discussions we had with our sanskrit sir abt Ramayana , Lord Rama . One day I debated even against lord rama saying that he was fool to listen to the words of a washerman . It was later i realised that I was the fool to argue that way . I had read quite a few books on the innersignificance of ramayana and ut was then that I realized the importance of sita going to forest. Actually according to the history valmiki wrote "Seetayana" and over the time it became "Ramayana". Abt the birth place of rama , its actually in afghanistan and not in Ramjanmabhoomi where the issue is still hot (and I hate that .. the black day Dec 6th)..... Guess I got too senti and iam no historian or an archeologist but was a curious reader ..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet Rama its said so much abt "RamaRajya" and I dont see any hope that atleast in future we end up in "RamaRajya" except that kaliyuga has to end and treta yuga needs to start again....... I just feel that "RamaRajya" in kaliyuga will also be good . What do you say Rama ? so why dont you do some thing to restore back the ramarajya ..... Oh ! I forgot to wish u rama ...Many Many Happy returns of day ......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Shivudi villu netti sitanu cheta batti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arnyamunaku egi ravanuni vadhinchi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;matru bhoomi ghanatanu chati navu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oka mata oka banam to chedu pai negginavu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o sree Rama Naaku ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;shivudi villunettu shakti ledu koncham seetanu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;                                   choosipettavaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;aranyamunakegu dhairyam ledu cheduni vadhincha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;                                    sayam cheyyavaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; avillambulu unna guri ledu kaasta villu sandhichi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;                                     choopvaa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;manishinainaa danava gunambulunnavi daya to nannu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;                                       karunichavaa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS :- This post evon though I wrote yesterday couldnt put it bcoz of net down ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111389728827376971?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111389728827376971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111389728827376971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111389728827376971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111389728827376971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/04/sree-raghavam-dasarathamja-maprameyam.html' title=''/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111370900005859916</id><published>2005-04-16T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T20:36:40.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hum Jaisa Koi Nahin  .........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How will the Life be when three crazy friends meet ...... ? What else but I should say its "Dil Chahta Hai " in reality. Lots and Lots of fun , creativity , running around ........ We were always known for creativity, exeness , especially for the difference we make .........I should consider less talented compared to the other two sri  and Kris (Even though they dont consider it to be so ...........) . Those recollection of old trips by looking at the photos and the fun we had was great. Especially the Koyla trip (Koyla was title of the mimicry I did in that trip ....) all the concept photographs we took , the waterfalls , the lolipops , the namams , we virtually went through the trip again and it just took 3 Hrs for us to go through those photos of Koyla (Koooooo Trip )...............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The secene shited to Forum one of the big shopping malls of Blore.Three crazy fellows want to take a photograph ..... We wanted it to be in the Dil&lt;br /&gt;Chahta Hai pose (Me - Amir , Sri - Saif , Kris - Akshay ..) But none of us exactly remember the pose . Pvs brain got an idea and we went to LandMark and started looking at the DVDs section and we got DCH DVD. The poster we wanted was there on right top of DVD. We started looking at it and practising those poses there itself unmindful of the people around us. We got quite a few glances and audience staring at us but we went ahead and practised. My pose was really difficult in that photo.........   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Things dont happen , we have get them happen. I blamed Kris for not&lt;br /&gt;shaving my mush for he said u can keep it for today it is nice. But now we want a Photo that will be there with us life time . I want my mush to be shaved but in the middle of a shopping mall how will I do it. I said guys I want it and will do it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) I go to a saloon in the Mall (Too costly 200 Rs for removing mush ....) na re&lt;br /&gt;baba na ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) I buy a use and throw razor and a bottle of water and Kris shaves me infront of everybody .....(Its too crazy .....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) I will got to rest room of a Big reustarant and I shave myself (Looks feasible ...)so I said will be back in 20 min and left forum ....Luckily on the way to reustarant in Kormangla I found a barber shop and I got my style back with just 5 Rs ...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I called them up and said mission accomplished we were all happy and set for the pose ................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now we bugged the photographer too click so many photos with his&lt;br /&gt;Digicam that he was getting bit irritated. We never got the pose we wanted and sri is a perfectionist at times.So we decided that we never imitate we only create , so its our pose and we discussed for a new idea (remember photographer was still waiting) and managed to get a satisfactory snap. Now the Problem of editing the photo. We want it in a particular way . The shop was too busy and they said they dont have time to edit the stuff. We sat on his head , to get it done. We gave him commands increase the brightness , decrease the contrast , reduce neon light , make it a gray scale , crop it , smudge it .......... At the end of two Hrs we were ready with the Photo that we are satisfied with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awesome Threesome, Andaaz apna apna , Dil Kya Chahta Hai , Three&lt;br /&gt;Muskterrs , Tom DIck and Harry , Who are we ? , Meet the Fockers ,Bandaas&lt;br /&gt;ye Bindaas .......These were all the captions we could quickly think of for our&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; T - SHirt , At the end we settled for Sris title "Awara Pagal Deewana " , yes again i landed up with pagal as my name (its of no coincidence for me ....". Now which font to use , Brush stroke with a shadow and embossed was what we eneded up liking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Now all ready for the thing and we wanted to try with one T-Shirt and&lt;br /&gt;then take the other two. At the end of it when the T-Shirt was printed we were satisfied , Joyous , exe  for the T-SHrt has come put extremely well and its our&lt;br /&gt;idea. Even the employees were surprised and happy to see our T-Shirt. The&lt;br /&gt;photographer came and told us , "sir  Tumba chennagide" Its really good , all eyes we on our T-Shirt ......all the employees looked at it and there was a smile on their faces too for we took 3 and half Hrs to arrive there ...(Usually it takes 10 min per customer for them ..). But we are different and we make the difference . There was one more gang of friends looking at ur T-Shirt and wanted to take same pose for their T-SHirt .............. AT the end we got the three t-shirts for 1200 Rs and left for home at night 10 with a smile and satisfaction..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In between we had so much of fun, those one liners we crack to each&lt;br /&gt;other ,those navy jokes , the Gyaan we gave to each other and the Gyaan we gave to others ..................I guess I have not done justice to the post for I can never do it .......For words are not enough to xpress all the fun we had ................  Bandaas ye Bindaas Hai ..................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111370900005859916?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111370900005859916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111370900005859916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111370900005859916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111370900005859916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/04/hum-jaisa-koi-nahin.html' title='Hum Jaisa Koi Nahin  .........'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111347557356006075</id><published>2005-04-14T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T03:51:12.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pan Pizza on My Elbow and Knee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was scared, happy , confused &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;,......%$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;/span&gt; just didnt know what to do . Got up took the bike raised the accelerator and reached home. I called my friend out gave him the bike ran inside the house. Then I looked at my hand. It was as if my elbow was dipped in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt; and removed. The colour of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt; was thick red and at the edges it was turning brown. A slice of skin was just cut from my elbow and small dust particles were present on it. If I can give a close comparision my elbow was like a small pan pizza with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tomato sauce&lt;/span&gt; on it and the dust particles acted like the toppings on the pizza.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then i realized my Knee was also paining . I was infact scared that I might cry out of pain so I started humming few stupid songs that were played on the TV just to turn my attention away from pain. F0und that&lt;br /&gt;some sweet skin on my Knee was also peeled off , By then my palm started itching and I looked at my palm .... lo and behold it had innumerable cuts , but only one that was deep enough to give pain.I fell on my right hip and could feel the pain only when i started off for office and every step i took it made me feel as if i was climbing mount everest. There are few more scratches here and there but they are minor compared to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was scared bcoz i was not sure the damages of this accident.&lt;br /&gt;I was happy bcoz i and the bike are the only two that are effected.&lt;br /&gt;I was confused bcoz i was not sure how it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanx to KV for there is a medical kit at home. Hydrogen peroxide on&lt;br /&gt;the wounds and dettol on top of it oh ! god its like ..its like ... eating a dozen of raw green chillies at a stretch. soframycin came to the rescue with cotton. Iam just worried of my right hip as its paining even now as i type this post. Just hoping that there are no major internal injuries.&lt;br /&gt;One thanx to GOD also for the same thing on the main road and i would&lt;br /&gt;have been in heaven (Optimistic .....) and the rate of accidents in Blore is high (touch wood touch wood ...). Iam planning to buy a bike for myself next month and if my mom comes to know of this then I can forget my bike. so I need to hide it ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope this shouldnt hinder my week end plans (to tell the truth iam&lt;br /&gt;yet to plan .. but sure will plan some thing ) ....... so thanking god&lt;br /&gt;again and hoping to be back in normal shape as fast as possible (BTW&lt;br /&gt;these things cannot stop any of my activities even thought I faced some&lt;br /&gt;troubles from morning ...... )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Troubles faced&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i) Applying coconut oil on hair with one hand ........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ii) Taking bath without water touching the wounds ..its like a 3/4th bath&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;iii) Putting my dear belt ........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;iv) Walking and climbing steps especially steps .........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;........................... &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;But these are all little things in Life ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Its infact somekind of fun too, when it actually pains and u still&lt;br /&gt;know that it cant take away ur smile ....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;its all in the attitude&lt;br /&gt;...... Need to go on and on irrespective of what happens , How it&lt;br /&gt;happens , why it happens till the last breath .................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111347557356006075?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111347557356006075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111347557356006075&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111347557356006075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111347557356006075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/04/pan-pizza-on-my-elbow-and-knee.html' title='Pan Pizza on My Elbow and Knee'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111339530079085093</id><published>2005-04-13T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T05:28:20.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unto the Sculptors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Difficult are the ways to  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                             carve hard rock,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A sharp chisel fractures it ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one with a blunt edge has no effect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The course of shaping                 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                             demands patience,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Few know the formula&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                             for perfection.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At times stone repels to    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                  actions of sculptors,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For it has no idea about  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                         effect of his acts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chipping away the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                    unwanted parts,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He gets out "Figure"        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                    existing in it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still there is no joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                     revealed on his face,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He continues with his&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                      laborious process.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A smile emerges when the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;                    stone turns into a MasterPiece&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stones turning into Master Pieces    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                      offer their gratitude to their sculptors.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS :- This was written for last year teachers day by me for a card which was presented to the dept . by us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111339530079085093?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111339530079085093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111339530079085093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111339530079085093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111339530079085093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/04/unto-sculptors.html' title='Unto the Sculptors'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111331297303803093</id><published>2005-04-12T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T06:40:53.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisuuuu .......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Aishwarya Rai,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before I start telling you any thing let me remind you of a famous quote. "Opportunity Knocks your door only once".Here I come knocking ur door "Knock Knock ......". I hope you have received the bunch of tissue papers couriered by me. I have sent them so that you can wipe those tears of seperation from salman khan. Iam happy that you got away from that "Bare Bodied Buffoon". Sorry to call your former lover so but how can I hide the truth. Let me remind you "Truth is always bitter".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He has starred in the Movie "Lucky - No time for Love". You&lt;br /&gt;went behind him who has no time for love , and i know the agony you have gone through. He wanted to prove to the world that He can be with out you and starred in that movie "Lucky". The herione is supposed to be a duplicate of yours. I do agree in some angles she looks like you, but no way near when it comes to expressions and acting. I know that you want to take a revenge on Him and Iam here only to give you an opportunity. Wondering how ??? just go ahead and read the full letter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am ready with script for the movie titled "PV - Full time for Love". Ya you are correct Iam the Hero of the movie, Director ,screenplay,lyricist,Editor , choreographer , cinemaphotographer. Its an opportunity to act with me and make the movie hit. Salman had to go for a duplicate . But here you get&lt;br /&gt;Original, I mean PV. Manisha and Priyanka chopra were asking me for a&lt;br /&gt;role , but i denied them for I wanted to give you an opportunity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I strongly recommend you to take this opportunity for this&lt;br /&gt;can turn out to be a learning experience for you in both real life and&lt;br /&gt;reel life. I might agree for more than 32 smooches to break the record&lt;br /&gt;just to give you an opportunity to take revenge on him. Imagine salman&lt;br /&gt;seeing the movie "PV - Full time for Love " and i guess i need not&lt;br /&gt;explicitly mention the after effects of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Name is too big and there are so many Rai's these days , so I take the liberty to call you "Aisuuu". Aisuu If you are wondering who is the producer of this movie. Its my Mother-in-law. You know her quite well from your child hood right. Dumb aisuu its your Mom. See i have taken all the precautions so that these media people will not spread any rumours linking us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For more details about the movie my assistant will get in touch with ur assistant. In the mean time we both can get in touch and understand each other so that our movie will be a super duper hit. You know I want to call salman as chief guest for its 300 days celebration&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel free to contact me at any time for PV is Full time for&lt;br /&gt;Love .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Prema-to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111331297303803093?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111331297303803093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111331297303803093&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111331297303803093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111331297303803093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/04/aisuuuu.html' title='Aisuuuu .......'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111312088642545452</id><published>2005-04-10T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T06:16:21.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Its sunday afternoon time is approximately 1:30 P.M and what the hell Iam doing infront of this comp blogging. Its the after effect of getting bored. Two continuous days holidays and no plan to execute , just spending the time in a idle manner made me feel that. I guess I cannot sit simply and watch TV a whole day . Started off the day with good game of cricket and I bowled with all enthu. Playing cricket after a long time made my bones give out few kirr kirr sounds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What to do after that ???? Kya kare yaar sat infront of that stupid idiot box. Tom &amp; Jerry thats what subbi wanted and he took out those CDs of Tom &amp;amp; Jerry and started watching. I can watch those cartoons for a while may be 10 min but for an hour its not possible . I tried all the stunts to take the remote from his hand and change it to some telugu channel. These days Telugu channels are also irritating. Especially those programs wishing on peoples birth days , yours lovingly , these anchors dont even know how to speak .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is just going slowly . I wanted to read something and started with "State of fear" by michael crighton and its going on OK . "Priyamaina Neeku " a telugu movie was screened in one of the channels and all are glued to it. I was once in a while watching the songs and the coming and seeing important scenes for I have already seen that movie before. And its afternoon and time for lunch. Nobody is hungry leaving me al;one. Alone I cant so anything for myself. So i satisfied my hunger partially with a bannana and curd rice (that was thw fastest I could make............) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to some songs I tried to keep my self stable at one place and Kv and my bro wanted to sleep and neede silence . Nothing else to do and not getting sleep I roamed aimlessly (These days iam bored of these aimless roamings in MG road and Brigade roads or those window shoppings................) . Then I remembered dear blog and Iam here ...................&lt;br /&gt;When I was speaking with my mom today i felt that she wanted to see me ...........I have not gone home after diwali and met them last was in Feb ......... Iam just deciding should I go and visit her any way iam planning to go in May ............ I need to see the availability of tickets and leave .............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hobby is that which keeps us involved and my hobbies include reading , writing , playing, ..... I know Iam not a great writer or an avid reader , who says that u need to be best in ur hobbies , deny them. I need to some thing that is continuous and can do in my free time , I just want to be busy, but dont want to do any thing compulsive (like job ......). I started wondering may be iam one kind of person who will not do anything he is supposed to do and will do all other things , during academic days i was supposed to study and did all the thinga other than that and god helped me and i could manage top marks . During study hours i wanted to play and during classes i wanted to bunk. May be all are like that, but atleast i should not bunk my work and iam scared that sooner or alter I might end up doing that .........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111312088642545452?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111312088642545452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111312088642545452&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111312088642545452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111312088642545452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-boring.html' title='Its Boring'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111304063291252421</id><published>2005-04-09T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T03:06:43.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UGADI - New Year</title><content type='html'>aravai samvatsarala kaala chakram&lt;br /&gt;suchinchuchunnadi paarthiva naama vatsaram&lt;br /&gt;ugaadi gurtutechenu cheddu teepila misramam&lt;br /&gt;aa shadruchula sangamame kada ee jeevitam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGADI - Its actually YUGADI which over the years got itself UGADI. YUGAM yokka AADI - start of a new year. The stars , planets moving in their galaxies , their direction helped our ancient people to have a time frame. The time frame by which their lives moved on. Every second is a new second , but why dont we celebrated it. Then Life itself becomes a celebration. Indeed its true . Nobody stops us from celebrating daily , but we are Humans. These festivals remind us things , things we a;ready know but just gone down the memory stact . Its the time for F5 (Refresh) few things .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially on this ugadi , which is my favourite festival. This festival is a realistic festival reminds us of the reality. Iam not aware whether this festival is attributed to any God. We have God associated with every festival and a theme centering the destruction of evil by God. But these days Evil is all around. I take the liberty to say that there is evil in You and in Me. There is Good in You and me. May be its not an easy task for the lord to descend on earth and kill the evil , like he had done in the treta yuga in the form of Rama . Ok let me leave the daunting tast and the methodology to god himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day we get a chance to start our lives fresh again. We could have done that any time , but man needs a reason and time. So if u have not started afresh , and still ruminating over the past on which we dont have control or dwelling in the dream lands of future , its the time to start living in the present. I dont have authority to talk about planning but let me put it this , Its the time to see the lessons learnt from the past and look at the future and plan so that we are more nearer to our destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGADI PACHHADI is the special preapred on this day . Incidentally I have forgotten the different mixes used to make this . But it is supposed to contain Shad Ruchis , six types of taste, reminding that life is nothing but this . Its a mixture of all these . It needs strenght and Guts to take the things as they are . And life comes to us in all flavours . We swallow this Pachhadi made on this day and experience the taste of sweet, sour ,bitter , spice ............ and life is all about this I feel swalloing the things but with balance and equanimity as the spoon and the fork I feel one can swallow any thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that this new year takes us nearer to our destinations and teaches us the concepts of balance and equanimity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS :- Today is no different for me from yesterday . Staying away from home i guess celebrations of fetivals became over the mobile networks  for me.  Ya its same for me may be because every day is a festival for me . The special that happened was&lt;br /&gt;i) I went to temple and plannning to go to a peaceful huge temple in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;ii) Gave a neat shave so that I can be presentable .&lt;br /&gt;iii)I saw the girl in H.No 2588 with a saree , and i should say she really looked good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111304063291252421?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111304063291252421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111304063291252421&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111304063291252421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111304063291252421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/04/ugadi-new-year.html' title='UGADI - New Year'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111278917665765291</id><published>2005-04-06T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T05:21:29.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Miss the Most these days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/Sunrise_Yercaud.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You are the one I miss the most these days. I have always taken you for granted.You were always with me , holding my hand and showing me the way.You gave me more than I deserve and Iam sure you will keep giving me more and more inspite of my selfishness.I remember questioning your existance , what to do for iam a mere human swinging like a pendulum in this game of yours.I always took shelter under you when uncertainity attacked me. When the things looked certain,path looked clear I just forgot your existance. But Iam hoping that you didnt leave me still. When Iam scared , worried , depressed I turned towards you , but forgot to thank you when I had life going my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Iam no Kunti (Mother of pandavas) to pray for the difficulties so that I can always remember you. Dont take it as Black mail , but I cant bear difficulties and Iam scared I might run away from you if it happens. Now God dont say that who cares whether I run away from you or not. I do believe that you care for me. I never did something that probably could have impressed you.Like that of ritualistic offerings or charity to the poor. "Fish is better than a selfish man" then Iam worse than a fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;God do you Know the relationship between you and me, I feel its like that of earth and sky. From far it looks like they both actually meet , but in reality they never. But you still shower your blessings like the rain that comes from the sky.Hope some day we actually meet and I&lt;br /&gt;have lots of doubts , we might discuss over a cup of cofee (I prefer boost... see i just want my preferences).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I feel Iam going away from you. Not because I dont do any vedic chantings nor do I wear the sacred thread(it broke recently saying that time for a new one) , its because I stopped feeling your presence in my life , and its me who is to be blamed. When was the last time I visited you, or said that god take care of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;God yesterday night I got a terrible dream. That I had to get up in the middle of night. My mom was also not there next to me , for in my childhood I always held tightly her hands when i was scared. These days I dont tell my mom anything that can make her worried. My mom doesnt have much courage. What is this concept called "scared"? Is it the fear of loosing. I knew it was only a dream , but whats the guarentee that it might turn into reality. Yes the uncertainity struck me again and I need your shelter."Am I ready for my death ?" that was the question I asked. May be i can never say Iam , May be some day i can proudly say Iam , for I believe "Life is a preperation for death ". But howz my preperation going on ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;some times I called your actions as luck , at other times i called it bad luck .But at the end of it always happened to be the best for me. You made me so intelligent now iam confused what to ask you. Iam confused because i am not sure what I need . Just give what ever is good for me , but give me the strenght also so that I can with stand what ever you decided to give me. I miss you god , I miss you the most , just kiss me on my cheeks and brush my hair with your hands, hug me and say "oreye pv ninnu vadili nenu ekkadiki veltan ra pichhi vaada .... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;okay back to the daily routines ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i) I miss my jogging or morning walks .... I need to sleep early and get up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ii) Once upon a time I had a habit called reading , these days I miss it .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;iii) I loved playing cricket , I always wanted to bowl the first over even though I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;knew i was not the best in my team, the Mundu I and Kv &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;used to play ..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;iv) Those words when somebody said "pv you acted well or pv your poem is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;good" even though I knew i was not the best........ Ya I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;needed little bit of recognition too, but these days im not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;much for it ,but still iam a human and when somebody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;says "great job man " I feel happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;v) Silence , I miss it .... With people around always , I miss the silence , I dont&lt;br /&gt;prefer silence always infact at times i hate it , but some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;times i like silence ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:- The pic was taken when we went to Yercaud , My post on it is still on pending list .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111278917665765291?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111278917665765291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111278917665765291&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111278917665765291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111278917665765291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/04/things-i-miss-most-these-days.html' title='Things I Miss the Most these days'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111262394402691636</id><published>2005-04-04T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T01:59:16.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BurraKatha</title><content type='html'>vinara veera kumara veera gadha vinara&lt;br /&gt;tandhana tane tandhana na ....&lt;br /&gt;Bangalore nagaramuna basa cheyu pv gadi kadha vinara&lt;br /&gt;tandhana tane tandhana na ....&lt;br /&gt;cheppara sodara aa pv gadi kadha emito...&lt;br /&gt;aha ..... guruva ee katha valana manakemi labhamu guruva.....&lt;br /&gt;cheptanu vinandi .....&lt;br /&gt;sani aadi varalu vaste bhoomi paina agadu&lt;br /&gt;chetilona unna dabbulu chetina nilavavu&lt;br /&gt;snehitula to kalisi ekkuva ayyayi shikaruluitu&lt;br /&gt;atu itu pani leni vaadi laga pacharulu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sodara ..ee pv gaadu anandanga jeevitam gadipestunnadu kada ra&lt;br /&gt;inka undi ra ...appudena ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manchi udhyogam nunnadi ...&lt;br /&gt;karchu cheyutaku dabbulunnavi...&lt;br /&gt;maya cheyu matalunnavi...&lt;br /&gt;mata ku villuva nichhu manasu unnadi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snehamante viluva telsu mitrulunnaru...&lt;br /&gt;prema volaka boyu talli tandrulunnaru....&lt;br /&gt;tandana tane tanda na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sodara bhoolokam lo rajula gadipestunnadu kadara pv gadu ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akkade pappulo kalesavu ra sunta.....&lt;br /&gt;udhyogam unna ..... pani paina dhyasa takkuva&lt;br /&gt;dabbulunna ..... karchu cheyu telivi takkuva&lt;br /&gt;manasu unna ..... Burra kooda takkuva&lt;br /&gt;edo teliyani veliti ventadu tondi tananu&lt;br /&gt;tandana tane tanda na na ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayyo papam ...avunu guruva ala lakshyam leni jeevitam lo enni unna veliti tappadu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabash chala chakkaga cheppavu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oka lakshyam leka parigedutunnadu&lt;br /&gt;tandana tane tanda na na&lt;br /&gt;gamyam emito teliyaka timaka padutunnadu&lt;br /&gt;tandana tane tanda na na&lt;br /&gt;kalam to patu tanu talam vestunnadu&lt;br /&gt;tandana tane tanda na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oho ... mana pv gadiki ilanti buddhulu unnayi ani naaku teliyadu sodara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vinara veera kumara veera gadha vinara&lt;br /&gt;tandana tane tanda na na .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I shall stop it there , just lost the mood to continue further. Yesterday there was a slight bit of dissatisfaction that I felt.But iam not down or anything like that just felt that i need to take some decision and do some thing something more than what iam doing now.There is more to life than what iam doing. Iam going to add value to my life.I have decided on few things ............lemme see how it goes .........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111262394402691636?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111262394402691636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111262394402691636&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111262394402691636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111262394402691636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/04/burrakatha.html' title='BurraKatha'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111227497449914289</id><published>2005-03-31T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T05:41:48.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andam...</title><content type='html'>అందానికి అర్థం చెప్పగలనా&lt;br /&gt;నా మనసులొని మాట విప్పగలన ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;శీతాకాలమ్ చలి మంట అందం&lt;br /&gt;ఆ చలికి వొనుకు నీ పెదవులు అందం ,&lt;br /&gt;వెసవి కలం వీచు పిల్ల గాలి అందం&lt;br /&gt;ఆ గాలికి కదులు నీ కురులు అందం.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;కారు మబ్బులొని మెరుపు అందం&lt;br /&gt;ఆ మెరుపు వెలుగుకు కనిపించు నీ రూపు అందం,&lt;br /&gt;చిట పట చినుకుల సవ్వడి అందం&lt;br /&gt;ఆ సవ్వడికి మురిసె నీ చిరు నవ్వు అందం.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;అందానికి అర్థం చెప్పగలనా&lt;br /&gt;నా మనసులొని మాట విప్పగలన ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;జామ పండు కొరుకు రామ చిలుక అందం&lt;br /&gt;చిలుక వలె పలుకు నీ తియ్యని మాటలు అందం,&lt;br /&gt;కూ అని కూయగా తిరిగి కూసె కొకిల అందం&lt;br /&gt;ఆ కొకిల గొంతు తొ పాడె నీ పాట అందం.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;నీలాకాసం లొ ప్రకాసించు సూర్యుడు అందం&lt;br /&gt;సూర్యుని రంగు కలిగిన నీ నుదిటి బొట్టు అందం,&lt;br /&gt;వెన్నెల రాత్రి పూర్ణ చంద్రుదు అందం&lt;br /&gt;చంద్ర బింబము లాంటి నీ మొము అందం.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;అందానికి అర్థం చెప్పగలనా&lt;br /&gt;నా మనసులొని మాట విప్పగలన ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;తామరాకు పైన ముత్యపు నీటి బిందువు అందం&lt;br /&gt;తామర పువ్వు లాంటి నీ మేని పైన ముత్యాలు అందం.&lt;br /&gt;మనసుతో చూడగా ప్రకృతి అంతా అందం&lt;br /&gt;నా ప్రేమ నయనములతో చూడగా ...&lt;br /&gt;నీ మాటలు నీ పాటలు నీ ఆటలు .... అంతా అందమే అందమే&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111227497449914289?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111227497449914289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111227497449914289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111227497449914289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111227497449914289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/03/andam.html' title='Andam...'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111227190257107546</id><published>2005-03-31T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T04:25:02.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Telugu trails</title><content type='html'>&amp;#x0c05;&amp;#x0c2e;&amp;#x0c4d;&amp;#x0c2e;&amp;#x0020;&amp;#x0c06;&amp;#x0c35;&amp;#x0c41;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enni kashtalo ..asalu ela cheyyalo artham kaka almost 45 min nunchi kottukuntunna mottaniki click aithe bavundu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754419-111227190257107546?l=mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/111227190257107546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754419&amp;postID=111227190257107546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111227190257107546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754419/posts/default/111227190257107546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypersonalanecdotes.blogspot.com/2005/03/telugu-trails.html' title='Telugu trails'/><author><name>Prakash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725125961679638717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/straightfrompv/PassportPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754419.post-111209129588057145</id><published>2005-03-29T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T02:14:55.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post at BlogSpot</title><content type='html'>Ediana Serious post raddamu ante mood ravatledu ...poni comedy ga untundi oka funny post raddama ante naku comedy rayadam rade ....sare neels ki blog create chesinanduku thanx cheptu oka post raddama ante ...ekkuva sarlu thnx cheppadam manchidi kadu .. chandu ni adigi raddama ante ivala chandu busy ...sare nako alochanochindi inka rasta chadavandi ee drama ni......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All  the Characters are Real.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charecters are introduced as and when required....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things in quotes are thoughts with in myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NM&lt;/em&gt;(Neels Mother) :- Oreye pv....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;pv:- ("oreye ya ...evaru nannu ala pilichedi ...oh ! Neels valla amma     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;       gara ....koncham butter kodadam VVS to parichayam ..") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;        Enti aunty....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;NM :- Neeku asalu burra ledu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pv :- ("Meru kada vja vallu nenu kade......ayna VVS to parichayam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;          kosam koncham bhariddam" )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;         Enduku aunty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;NM :- Ma ammayi ninna nee kosam ratri melukava ga undi pani chesindi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pv :- ("Ama ku nidra poye alavatu elagu ledu kada.....") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;        oh ! ho alaga aunty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;NM :- Oh! alga entra edi teliya nattu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;pv  :- Naaku nijamga edi teldu aunty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;NM :- EVarina na blog ki ra , vachhi comment cheyyi ani adugutaru gani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;         Nuvvemo ekanga nakoka blog create chesi pettu ani adivuta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;pv  :- ("Nijam cheppana abadhham cheppana....sarle edo okati cheppu")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;        adi kadu aunty edo na rediff blog tanaki chandu ki nachhakapote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;        marustanu ante kottadi create cheyyadaniki avakasam ichhanu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;        andariki ee chance radu aunty ...naaku help cheyyali enta enni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;        janmala punyam chesukundo me ammayi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;NM :- oh ! ho alaga undu nee pani cheptanu ...aina nuvvu ippudu neels ki &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;        ontlo baledu ani telisi kooda blog create cheyinchava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Intalo inko charecter scene loki entering ade Neels vachhindi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Neels :- ledu amma edo papam pv blog rediff lo choodataniki anta bago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;            leka pote okati bavuntundi ani nene create chesi ichhanu.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;NM    :- sare ilanti vedhava veshalu inka mundu veyyaku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pv     :- ("Intaki a dialogue evariki naka leka neels ka ...evarikite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                nenti.....")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;              sare aunty papam neels ki vedhava veshalu koncham ekkuve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;              kani ee okka sari kshamincheyandi ...aina anta manchi pani &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;             chesinanduku meeru garvinchali ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Inko Charcter entering ade Chandu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chandu :- oreye Pv.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pv        :- ( "Malli ade dialagu oreye pv ...evaradi....chandu aa ..")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                 Enti chandu Nuvvu eppudu vachhavu ...are Nee gundu paina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                bagane ventrukalu vachhaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chandu  :- 7 Hills balaji choostunnadu......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pv         :- Choodani ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;NM        :- Entoi Chandu Kanesam Nuvvina cheppachu kada Neels ki &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;               anta artha ratri Blog okati create cheyyalsina avasaram ledani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pv &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;      :- Ala gaddi pettandi aunty .....blog create cheste chesindi artha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;atri SMS chesindi aunty ...aa sound ma friends andarini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                lepindi kani nannu nidra lepaleka poyindi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Neels   :- oreye pv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pv         :- ("Malli ade dialogue ...oreye pv ...")enti ammo neels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Neels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  :- chi po ..nuvvu durmargudivi ...nee kosam nenu antha kashta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                padi blog create cheste nuvvu ippudu naku gaddi pettu antava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pv       :- adi kadu Neels .........asalu enti ante .........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chandu :- sarle Neels pv sangati manaku telisinde kada v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;adileyyi .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.........to be continued &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; 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