<?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-32400837</id><updated>2012-01-26T04:14:51.660-08:00</updated><category term='bedroom'/><category term='men'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='God'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>Random Realisations</title><subtitle type='html'>“Writing is an exploration. You start from nothing and learn as you go.”</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-2223578332949045906</id><published>2011-09-05T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T05:53:44.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Something about him</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;I practically didn’t have a weekend last week, as I had an event to cover on Sunday. I came back home and was lazily flipping through the channels on television and finally sat down to watch Bridget Jones Diary.     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;One of my friend’s has been suggesting this movie for a long time and I finally got to watch it. Okay, the film’s storyline is simple. It traces the grousing of a 30-plus-year-old woman who doesn’t have a life. No boyfriend, accident prone and to top it all, over-weight. Having seen some of the trademark syndromes in a couple of my 30-plus friends, I sort of understood her plight. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Yes, the movie was entertaining enough and can easily pass off for a Sunday time pass for sure.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But what was more enticing to watch in this film was Colin Firth. So much so that I even dreamt about 50-year-old actor last night!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Even though he is a celebrity, it’s kind of weird for a 23-year-old to like a 50-plus man. I always find these hopelessly-in-love-actors who appear in chick flicks hot. But this man is on a rather different league altogether. If I remember, the first film of Colin’s that I watched was &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/i&gt; where he essayed the role of Fitzwilliam Darcy (I guess that role is alluring enough for me to like him).&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;There is something about these British actors that is more charming and attractive - a gentleman-like-quality and probably, chivalrous (at least on screen). I was bowled over by his performance in films such as &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;What a Girl Wants&lt;/i&gt; (another insensible chick flick), &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Mamma Mia&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Love Actually&lt;/i&gt;. There is something about him that makes me go ‘aaaaawwwww’ about him. He looks dapper in a suit, and unbelievably hot in the rugged look. He is just the man and there is definitely something about him...which makes drool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-2223578332949045906?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/2223578332949045906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=2223578332949045906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/2223578332949045906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/2223578332949045906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-him.html' title='Something about him'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-6698734010666007854</id><published>2011-07-09T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T04:46:17.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's hawk it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I am quite an accessories addict and love necklaces, earrings, fingerings and bangles that are rather quirky. My recent addiction is that off animal inspired jewellery. No, I am not talking about the horrendous looking snake pendants and fingerings! I seemed to have found a fetish for other animals, especially, owl and fish! A friend of mine recently said that every animal has certain significance attached to  it. For instance, owl inspired jewellery brings you luck. Though, I am not too sure of its benefits, they look absolutely whimsical and stylish!     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I picked this owl necklace in a complex in Commercial Street. The store seemed to house quirky accessories that include jewellery, lighters, bands and hats. The owner of the store got to know that I have ‘thing’ for owl, and he actually hand-picked all the jewellery items like finger ring, earring and even toe rings that has an owl! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The store is quite on the ‘kitsch’ types, and their their collection is just amazing. I picked up a owl necklace and fish shaped earring that’s quite quirky. They are not too expensive also!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Take a sample of this – the owl necklace that I bought&lt;span style=""&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RKY3J-GfSTo/Thg-A1LtOII/AAAAAAAAGe4/twOLi84PaqQ/s1600/owl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RKY3J-GfSTo/Thg-A1LtOII/AAAAAAAAGe4/twOLi84PaqQ/s200/owl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627315918396536962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-6698734010666007854?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/6698734010666007854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=6698734010666007854&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/6698734010666007854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/6698734010666007854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2011/07/lets-hawk-it.html' title='Let&apos;s hawk it!'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RKY3J-GfSTo/Thg-A1LtOII/AAAAAAAAGe4/twOLi84PaqQ/s72-c/owl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-3727811873063960276</id><published>2011-07-06T03:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T02:40:05.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23 things to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It’s nearly been seven months since I completed 23 years. As you grow older, there is some kind of emancipation you get that allows you to experiment with lot of things. I am probably in that phase right now. There have been several things that I always wanted to do, but somehow couldn’t manage to do it. Keeping in mind the fact that I am getting older day by day, I rather pull up my socks and go on a massive spree to achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It’s been quite a while since I thought I should pen down the 23 things to do before I turn 24! Surprisingly, it took nearly half a year to even jot down what I want to do the next one year. This is more or less like a test for me to see whether or not I am able to achieve the things I wish for! So, here’s the list... (In random order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol face="georgia" style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" color="black" style="text-align:justify;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;      tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;To lose weight. (I am working on it )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To write clean copies. (Not even a ‘comma’ should be      edited!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To learn Hindi. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To interview my favourite celebrity – Rajinikanth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meet my first crush and tell him that I still couldn’t      find a guy like him. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To get purple streaks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To get a butterfly tattoo on my back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To go on a blind date.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To join Jane Austin’s/ Nicholas Sparks Book club.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To travel all by myself and enjoy a trip with      strangers (I am done with this).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To learn an instrument, preferably, guitar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To take my dad for a rock concert.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To invest some good money in a DSLR camera and go on      a photo trail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To learn the art of cooking. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To learn a new language.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To learn the art of managing finances.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To fight my laziness. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Learn to drive a car. (My friend tells me that if you      learn to drive a car, will then you become an independent person).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To watch a movie alone in a theatre.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To learn kickboxing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To stop being a compulsive buyer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To live a life in my own rules.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To fall in love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-3727811873063960276?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/3727811873063960276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=3727811873063960276&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/3727811873063960276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/3727811873063960276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2011/07/23-things-to-do_06.html' title='23 things to do'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-6806620164072138694</id><published>2011-07-05T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T04:05:19.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A year full of weddings</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sometimes, I regret beginning the year by traveling. Everybody warned me with signs that I will be traveling throughout the year. I didn’t take notice of it and started my 2011 New Year by traveling to Madras. Since then, I’ve been visiting my home town and few other places for the sole reason being ‘weddings’! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Of course, the friends weddings that I’ve attended are part of my close circle and one just can’t afford to miss it. Even couple of days ago, I attended my close friend’s wedding at Tirunelveli. It’s nice to see everyone happy and settling down with their Mr Right! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But for me, it almost seem like I don’t have weekends at all. Every other day I keep packing and unpacking stuff which is quite annoying. It is even embarrassing to ask my boss for a day’s off for the reason being wedding. I almost sound like this jobless &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;maami&lt;/i&gt; who travel around just to attend weddings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This has in turn resulted in loss of appetite. Imagine having a banana leaf full of sweets and other delectable dishes every other day! To top it all, you hear a comment from some random aunty or uncle saying, ‘you’ve put on weight’. Arrrggghh! Have I ever pointed out to them how ugly they've become! (No, it's not funny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I’ve taken a day off for nearly eight weddings so far! I even seem to hate the smell of the buses and trains so much so that I am even planning to miss my convocation this weekend. I absolutely have no regrets, though everyone around me seems to make big fuss about it. My master’s degree didn’t have any impact in my job nor my salary, whatsoever! So, what’s the point? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Off all my trips to Madras, I hardly even got time to spend time with my family! I just had that one wonderful trip this year (June) to Mussoorie that I would cherish! (Which I will blog about it soon!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I just hope none of the remaining lot get married this year and hopefully, spend some good times with my family! Anyways, congratulations to all my buddies :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-6806620164072138694?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/6806620164072138694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=6806620164072138694&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/6806620164072138694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/6806620164072138694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2011/07/year-full-of-weddings.html' title='A year full of weddings'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-4607141322047380198</id><published>2011-03-14T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T11:02:37.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A 'pri'ful post :)</title><content type='html'>Priyanka Padmanabhan's first poem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In years of time I have learnt how to deal with people  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In years of time I have learnt how to categorize things&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In years of time I have learnt maturity is how you deal in situations.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In years of time I have learnt crying cannot be a way to solve problems&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In years of time I have learnt climatic change is exactly like how people change.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In years of time I have learnt everything can work perfect even without a system&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just the planning needs to be correct.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In years of time I have learnt silence is the most valuable thing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In years of time I have learnt advice is the most common thing which people give without even an experience.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In years of time I have learnt people talk too much about weight and the issues.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In years of time I have learnt petrol is an important priority than food.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In years of time I have learnt that colour’s can change one’s mood &amp;amp; bring out important ideas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In years of time I have learnt coffee and day dreaming is the best activity for any person.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In years of time I have learnt that vehicles can be the best mode of transport but nothing can change long walks and the secret behind them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In years of time I have learnt every cloud has a silver lining &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In years of time I have learnt spice is an important element in anything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just a bit of spice, salt and sugar makes life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just in all midst of all this&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In years of time I have learnt what affection, lust, feelings is.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In years of time I haven’t learnt what love is."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-4607141322047380198?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/4607141322047380198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=4607141322047380198&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/4607141322047380198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/4607141322047380198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2011/03/priful-post.html' title='A &apos;pri&apos;ful post :)'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-1887015251408143273</id><published>2010-07-17T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T08:54:52.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sight-Seeing =&gt; Hyderabad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/TEHD2jVVlPI/AAAAAAAAGJ8/bfKT_zXk-_g/s1600/Picture+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/TEHD2jVVlPI/AAAAAAAAGJ8/bfKT_zXk-_g/s200/Picture+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494888362333803762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/TEHDaWFX9KI/AAAAAAAAGJ0/1Np9sorABLI/s1600/Picture+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/TEHDaWFX9KI/AAAAAAAAGJ0/1Np9sorABLI/s200/Picture+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494887877740852386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/TEHDLq1WKpI/AAAAAAAAGJs/Y-3_q_kgpq0/s1600/Picture+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/TEHCmQRgqvI/AAAAAAAAGJc/fxxulq6fx-w/s200/Picture+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494886982827944690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/TEHCWcEnlQI/AAAAAAAAGJU/Ttkw9bF4zus/s1600/Picture+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/TEHCWcEnlQI/AAAAAAAAGJU/Ttkw9bF4zus/s200/Picture+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494886711117190402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/TEHCB5ABfQI/AAAAAAAAGJM/VmShgkIEwiI/s1600/Picture+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; 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width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/TEHA66jCQpI/AAAAAAAAGI8/1F2emDnyf3k/s200/Picture+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494885138749866642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pic 1: &lt;/span&gt;Hussain Sagar Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pic 2: &lt;/span&gt;Joothis, Near Charminar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pic 3: &lt;/span&gt;Peals, Choodi Bazaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pic 4: &lt;/span&gt;Neck-pieces, Choodi Bazaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pic 5, 6:&lt;/span&gt; Bangles, Choodi Bazaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pic 7, 8:&lt;/span&gt; Charminar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pic 9:&lt;/span&gt; Shilparam, Hi-Tech City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picture Courtesy:&lt;/span&gt; Sharanya Rajendran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-1887015251408143273?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/1887015251408143273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=1887015251408143273&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/1887015251408143273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/1887015251408143273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='Sight-Seeing =&gt; Hyderabad'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/TEHD2jVVlPI/AAAAAAAAGJ8/bfKT_zXk-_g/s72-c/Picture+088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-1491057106962384746</id><published>2010-07-17T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T08:53:49.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Sights and Smells of Hyderabad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: georgia;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CUser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: georgia;" rel="themeData" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CUser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: georgia;" rel="colorSchemeMapping" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CUser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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Yes, Bangalore was my first option. But why go to the place where you’ve been to a thousand odd times? So my second option was Delhi, Jaipur and Agra. A visit to these places was a long, unachievable dream of mine. Well, most of them would say, what is so great about these places, But still, I wanted to visit the capital, the beautiful Taj Mahal and the pink city, no matter what. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;I kept hounding my dad, but yes, it is raining cats and dogs there right now. My dad questions me, “What shopping will you do when it’s raining there? You can’t even step out.” Hmmm, true it is. Plan B also flops. When I decided to go ahead with Plan A, my dear friend Haritha visits Chennai (from Hyderabad) to collect some documents from college. As casual our talk can get, we  decided that I should to go with her to Hyderabad (She was leaving in two days). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;To my surprise, when Haritha asked dad, my parents readily agreed (I still find it strange though!). Finally, I was all set to get my share of well-deserved break that I was longing for. The  tickets are all booked, and I am all set to leave. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;I must say our train journey was fun. While Haritha got an AC Sleeper, I got the normal one. But she wasn’t convinced that I travel alone. (Oh! I love people pampering me ;)). Later, she exchanged with a person in my coach. We had a whole lot of fun and to travel with pals is much more than fun!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;We reached the next day morning and find Kaushik (Hari’s Hubby) greeting us warmly! Well, I see a new city. I did visit Hyderabad about six-year’s back, during my school trip. But now, I see a whole new place. Big buildings, malls everywhere, cheesy film posters (Like really!), banners promoting Hyderabad Biriyani, bunches of Burkha Ladies, hot men and hindi all the way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;The first-day was  visit to Hi-Tech city and a near-by place - Shilparam. It is a cultural-center, something similar to our Dakshinachitra. The place was constructed in a very arty manner. You enter the places to find several stalls where craftsmen display a bunch of artifacts and other products. It reminded me of Dastkari exhibition that happens at Kalashetra. I found some arty earrings, bags and bought quite a few products. You can see lovely ladies near the park  wanting to decorate your palm with henna at a minimal price of Rs20. Will we miss it? No way! On the later part of the day, we went to few malls and Keshav Reddy Chat at Jubilee Hills. Wah! What pani-puris you get! One of the best that I've had!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;It was a long day and we hit the bed as soon as we reached. However, I reminded Kaushik &amp;amp; Haritha of treating myself a nice Hyderabad Chicken Biriyani. (Hyderabad minus the biriyani? Nah!) The next day we decided to go to Charminar. I was waiting to see the charming old Hyderabad or rather the Nizam place. Most building had a mosque-look to it. We first hit Hotel Taj Mahal for lunch. Apparently, it is one of the best restaurants in the city. After having a sumptuous platter, we drove to Choodi Bazaar. As I walk in, I discover that the place is  a heaven-on-earth for bangles. It was around three-o'-clock-ish, and the bangles were shimmering against the sunlight. I wanted to buy dozens of them, but I was bewildered after seeing the  line-up of numerous shops. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Haritha and I would decide on one set, but will find something better in another shop. We literally scouted the place and I finally bought around 8 dozens of bangles! Oh, thank the Lord, I am a girl! :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Then I went hunting for surma, and to my surprise every other shop has the Arabic kohl! Talk about the city, the next thing that comes to mind is Kohlapuri chappals. Being a chappal-o-holic myself, will I miss it? ;) Bargained with my broken Hindi and I got two-pairs of them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Then we drove to Husain Sagar Lake. Haritha was complaining about the lovely odor it produces, but I wasn’t convinced. We went to eat street, hogged and took a boat to see the Buddha statue. It did stink, but never mind. The place didn’t have anything much except for the tall, erected Buddha. We drove back home and had delectable Hyderabad Chicken Biriyani from Hotel Paradise (Another famous restaurant). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Next day, we drove Ramoji Film city. Though I've been there before, some sets were relatively new. The most exciting thing about this place is the bus-tour that they arrange for the visitors. The presenter was at his creative best and we enjoyed a lot. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;The last day was more or less a rest day. I can’t end this post without mentioning the help, love and care Haritha &amp;amp; Kaushik provided. I almost felt like I was staying at my sister’s place. They made me so comfortable. A million thanks and hugs to them for making my visit a memorable one. Mwah to you guys!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Happily signing off,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Shara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-1491057106962384746?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/1491057106962384746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=1491057106962384746&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/1491057106962384746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/1491057106962384746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2010/07/sights-and-smells-of-hyderabad.html' title='Sights and Smells of Hyderabad!'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-6447336657315046072</id><published>2010-06-19T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T06:58:07.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A change...</title><content type='html'>....is waiting for a change. A change that can make me happy. A change that I deserve the most.  And, I know it is not too far. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scribbles,&lt;br /&gt;shara :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-6447336657315046072?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/6447336657315046072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=6447336657315046072&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/6447336657315046072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/6447336657315046072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2010/06/change.html' title='A change...'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-3679921751429550020</id><published>2010-06-16T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T22:39:58.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was a cloudy Sunday evening. My heart is heavy. Full of worries. The only way I thought I can deal with this is to visit my favourite Church - St George Cathedral in Nungambakkam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I entered the church and peace is what I get. The ceiling as high as the sky looks beautiful with English lights.  Long fans, bright lights with children moving around and Pastors welcoming you with a smile. They really don't know you, but they lift their hand to bless you and say 'God Bless you my Child'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With few minutes of prayer and flipping through sacred verses, I walk out of the church feeling blessed. I read the verse, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px;font-family:Verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am the way, the truth and the life" (John 14:6). Co-incidentally, my friend sent me the same message few days ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He is watching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Smiles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Shara :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-3679921751429550020?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/3679921751429550020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=3679921751429550020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/3679921751429550020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/3679921751429550020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2010/06/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-8855307289576298174</id><published>2010-03-25T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T01:27:21.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad-about-him (Madhavan)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Please See: This post is dedicated to Sowmya :-) *&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is like my renewed internship for the second time with DNA. After my initial boredom days, they asked me to cover a showroom launch in UB City. Lisa Ray was the Chief Guest. So my editor asked me to interview her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Surprisingly, even after affected by the dangerous disease (Cancer) she looked extremely good. The way she spoke itself conveys the confidence she has that is enough to survive the disease! With the two minutes time I had, I asked her around three questions. Number one being how did she handle the fact that she is been victimised by 'it', secondly being any word of hope she would like to give for people who are suffering from this incurable disease and lastly her experience in working with Deepa Mehta's latest flick 'What's cooking with Stella'. Being extremely diplomatic with her answers and hardly giving any elaborate replies, I had to dump her story! Nevermind I get a Rado wallet for wasting time :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok now, forget that! I got a call from my office to cover another event that was happening in the same place and guess what Maddy had come to UB city to promote his upcoming film 'Teen Patti' along with other debutant's, director and producer. They gave a press conference there and typically PROMOTING their film by saying all good things. But this guy was all hippy and happy and just stayed himself throughout the event. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wanting to interview him, I waited around 30 minutes for him in the hotel that was in the same venue. Now, this completely put me off. I just didn't know what to do apart from gazing at couples who publicly romanced and rich as****s who just didn't know what to with money! (Yes, I saw a guy purchase an umbrella for 6000 bucks!).  He finally came out from his room looking visibly tired. (Poor guy!) Nevertheless, he charmed with his typical 'maddy' smile, believe me even the journalists went gaga over him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, he's put on weight and doesn't look like how he used to look like before. But his smile never fades! Guess that's the trick he uses to wow girls even though many 'new chocolate boys' (!) have forayed in the industry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So in the little time I got, I questioned him only about food. Being called as the sexiest vegetarian among other hot men is no joke. And to put off with meat completely is no big deal. He answered all of them patiently and behaved like a gentlemen. Compared to these just born heroes who throw their price for giving  one big hit (see below to see whom I am talking about ;)), he's far better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He was done with interviews and was ready to pose for the cameras. He signed off with warm hugs and yes, the trademark smile. An extremely warm person with no 'heavy' top load :p He seriously makes people 'Mad-about-him' and I was no exception.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Signing off with MY trademark smile :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shara&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post Script:  If at all I get to interview him I promise sowmya, I will get an autograph for you :-)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-8855307289576298174?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/8855307289576298174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=8855307289576298174&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/8855307289576298174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/8855307289576298174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2010/03/mad-about-him-madhavan.html' title='Mad-about-him (Madhavan)'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-3435250188092287510</id><published>2010-03-20T03:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T00:02:26.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vinnaithandi Varamatta (credits to sow) :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bulletmani.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/vinnaithandi-varuvaaya-_5_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 110px;" src="http://bulletmani.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/vinnaithandi-varuvaaya-_5_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I finally saw VTV in a local theater in Bangalore. After several attempts, I watched the film fully(Did you know, first I went to Ajantha Theatre to watch that film and power cut immediately after Hossana song. They reimbursed our tickets and I saw the entire film after a day in lavanya theatre). Guess only people like me will have such stupid experiences like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the point, I saw the film finally and loved Simbu and Trisha! For simbu, I just didn't imagine in my wildest dreams  that he could act well. Subtle and extremely minimal expressions unlike his previous films. For Trisha, she looked so beautiful. The clothes she wore inspires me to wear saris! She was super hot, except for the fact that her role in the film was extremely confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is simple. Boy meets girl, its love at first sight, and they both go around the city (they even go to my favorite place moonrackers:-) ) , exchange hugs, kisses and finally the girl backs off. Now this is new to tam films. Though an extremely common case today :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now what? I liked every part of it. But still, there are few things that went wrong. Number One being the climax. The climax of the film is the best part ever, I mean that's the most gutsy climax ever a director can give. But what's bothering me in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this scene were Trisha meets Simbu in a bridge after a gap of two years. She sees him and he sees her with her most ugly looking hus-band!  Cut to watching Simbu's film. She sits next to him walks out the theatre and parts as friends with a handshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean a girl who can't even take few steps to talk to him on that day, flies  a thousand plus miles to watch his movie? I don't see the logic in this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, the line "enga appa strict" has no meaning attached to it apart from repeating it over thousand times! There is no establishing scene as to how strict is her appa. May be Menon should change it to "enga anna romba strict". The bro character in the film was one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally Menon ends with a note saying "You can still be friends with you ex"! Personally if you ask me, you can still be friends provided that both of you are not committed to someone else or vice versa. Even if one of them is married or committed to someone else, its a DISASTER to keep in touch with them. Simbu looked like a complete loser in the last scene, while she happily walks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, apart from this I loved every other part. Especially the dialogues of the film. They are penned in such a manner that it urges me to hear it from someone who can tell me that. Then there were these typical Menon's like flying to another city to met his love, having a mallu connect, the guy's super emotions for the girl etc. I wonder which guy falls head over heels with a girl like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off&lt;br /&gt;shara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-3435250188092287510?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/3435250188092287510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=3435250188092287510&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/3435250188092287510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/3435250188092287510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-review-d.html' title='Vinnaithandi Varamatta (credits to sow) :D'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-2974414184973356542</id><published>2010-03-18T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:32:52.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>I think my blog went in hibernation for few months! After reading updated ones by my friends blogs, I decided to kick start... all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will continue posting on topics I like,&lt;br /&gt;Keep checking&lt;br /&gt;Shar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-2974414184973356542?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/2974414184973356542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=2974414184973356542&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/2974414184973356542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/2974414184973356542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2010/03/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-5034147588361450589</id><published>2009-12-14T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:49:49.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its 12 'o' clock!</title><content type='html'>I usually get to bed quite early. Say around 10.30 pm! There have been only few instances where I stay online for a long time. Otherwise its usually around this time. Though I jump off early and make my bed cozy to 'sleep', I read books or text until I actually fall ASLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of late, every night say around 12-1 am, I suddenly wake up and imagine me typing something in my comp! And what am I typing? About unusual concepts or rather concepts that I always wanted to talk about and share it in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why! Never have I tried doing that, but yeah still! I should give it a shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Sharu:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-5034147588361450589?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/5034147588361450589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=5034147588361450589&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/5034147588361450589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/5034147588361450589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-12-o-clock.html' title='Its 12 &apos;o&apos; clock!'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-552632688404045927</id><published>2009-11-02T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T23:50:11.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>interview with karthi :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Surya is my inspiration" - Interview with Karthi Sivakumar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s always been a dream for every new comer to make their debut film a super hit. Some succeed, some fail, but very few go that extra mile. Some critics compare his debut to that of Sivaji’s Parasakthi. Sivaji Ganesan created magic then, but for now it’s Karthi Sivakumar.  Introducing the youngest son of the legendary Sivakumar and brother of actor Surya. Karthi flagged off his career with a sensational debut in Paruthiveeran, a movie that turned the tables in his career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attired in a casual jeans and a dark purple shirt, Karthi walks in the room quietly with a pleasant smile. The first thing that you notice when you sit for an interview with him is his killer eyes and the infectious smile. Well, that’s the trick the entire family did to wow us. Will karthi be an exception? Sharanya C.R records...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karthi was raised like any other normal child. He finished his schooling in St.Bede’s and joined engineering in Crescent Engineering College. He went on to do his masters in the US and finally realized that his heart was with films. So when did the transition happen? “I was earning my scholarship, working 20 hours a week as a graphic designer in the US, when I realized that I never got tired of creative work. I suddenly understood my priorities. Earlier, I never had the clarity or courage to tell dad that I wanted to be in films though I always loved the medium. At that point I decided I wanted to be part of movie-making, the most interesting job ever,” says Karthi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later he joined a film institute in New York and did a small time course. But when he decided to come back to India, he was sure that he will work with ace director Mani Ratnam, as his assistant. “When Mani Sir was doing Ayutha Ezhuthu, he wanted a guy who looks like Surya’s brother for the film. Few people recommended my name. However, when he saw me he got a shock of his life. I looked like a hulk! Thanks to the pizza’s and burgers” chuckles the young lad.&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing about the times spent with Mani, he says, “Working with Mani Ratnam is an unforgettable experience. I always wanted to learn the best from the best people. Interacting with some of the top technicians like Ravi K Chandran, Sabu Cyril and a few others helped me a great deal. I felt I was sitting in a university!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when did Paruthiveeran happen? “I worked as an assistant director in both the versions – Ayutha Ezhuthu and Yuva. Later I got offers from many directors. However I wasn’t convinced with the script. Ameer then came with Paruthiveeran. The script was too tempting to say a ‘no’! After all, who wouldn’t reverie of a dream debut with him,” says Karthi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one would forget the impressive climax from the movie. Many even said that Karthi was too good for his first film. Winning the Filmfare Best Debut (Male) and the Filmfare Best Actor is something no actor would imagine! “When I did Paruthiveeran, I never bothered about the results. I was focused only on two things. One is delivering the best and the second being satisfying the director. When I saw the film for the first time in Albert theatre, people gave me a standing ovation for the climax. I was happy that my hard work finally paid off” he says with pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son of a veteran actor, brother of a sensational star and brother-in-law of a pretty actress, what was their family’s first reaction when they saw the movie? “It was not just the public; my family too said that I was too good for my debut film. I literally got Goosebumps. I was glad that I made my parents feel proud of me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after the release of Paruthiveeran, the lad rose high winning several accolades for his performance. He was then signed up for Aayirathil Oruvan, a big project with Selvaragavan. The movie almost took a year and a half for completion and is finally releasing this November. Musing about his experience, Karthi says, “I signed the film before Paruthiveeran got released. Selva is such a fantastic director. Initially we decided to do a romantic film, but since Selva was bored of making  romantic films, we switched to this. I knew the film would take a longer time to complete and I was thoroughly prepared for it. It’s such a fantastic script and one of a kind. The movie is about adventure and has an epic quality.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a question about his co-stars, he chuckles, “One guy stuck with two girls! Very difficult, that too both being weird in different ways. Jokes apart, both of them are lovely. We naturally became friends as the project was on for more than a year. Since AO is adventure genre, we need to travel for long distances no matter how the weather would be. It was pretty hard, as co-stars even Andrea and Reema Sen also travelled without complaining. We share a great rapport and we are still in touch.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how does he differentiate Ameer and Selvaragavan? “Both are brilliant directors. Ameer is a kind of director where he expects the actor to act like him. But Selva is more relaxed. He enacts the scene but allows the actor to use their imagination and act” says the actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one-film old Karthi is excited about his next romantic flick, Paiyya directed by Lingusamy which has Tamanah in the female lead. “Paiyya is a very urban film. It’s my first romantic film and I am really excited about it. The outline of the movie is about a guy and girl who travel from Bangalore to Mumbai in a car. Well, the rest is a hush-hush” he winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask him about his favorite co-star, he blushes, “I got along with everyone. Be it Priyamani, Andrea, Reema Sen or Tamanah everyone were sweet with me.” Probe him more about this, he laughs, “I love them all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally any case of sibling rivalry in the Sivakumar household, “There have been comparisons between my brother and me. I don’t think its fare; he has come a long way and achieved a lot of things. I am just three films old. Moreover, I don’t see him as a competition. He is more of an inspiration to me. He has just crossed the same road ahead of me. So whenever I face a problem, one shout is all I need to do and I know for the fact that he is there beside to support me” he ends with a million dollar smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quick FIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Surya as a brother or Surya as a Actor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both! Can we differentiate them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jyothika...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Compliment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Bharathiraja, “Dei enna da panna? Nee namba ooru paiyan da.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Director?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mani Ratnam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Upcoming Films ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paiyya, Nan Mahaan Alla and Siruthai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Post Script:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is interview was for my journal! We went to his ghar, he has a separate office for himself. Gee, one of those heros who can speak good english! But yes, he does have an attitude problem !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sharanya cr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-552632688404045927?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/552632688404045927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=552632688404045927&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/552632688404045927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/552632688404045927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2009/11/interview-with-karthi.html' title='interview with karthi :)'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-33466610714469452</id><published>2009-07-14T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:09:40.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In awe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My dad always used to say, “There is an art of doing things. If you do it that way, it will be perfect.” I somehow second his thought. Though I don’t do things in order,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; after seeing something, I completely agree to his point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sowmya was shifting to Bangalore. They had called ‘packers and movers’ to pack all their stuff. One would easily notice the room being dusty, the place being noisy and people moving here and there. But if you look close, you can actually sense how creative the packing guys are! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;While we were chatting, we noticed how creatively this man was packing the computer table and the computer itself. He simply attached a pillow to the monitor and plastered it around so that the screen escapes from scratches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What an idea! I mean, when we are under work pressure, we usually end up doing something stupid. These men have a deadline, like say, finish it within few hours, but they still do it perfectly. They had bought so many rolls of carton sheets and they used them perfectly without wasting it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Every work requires an art. When people used to question me why I didn’t take up engineering, I simply said I am not interested. There are 'still' few people whom I know personally who don’t consider other courses ‘respectable’ as engineering or mbbs! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Don’t know what ‘respectable’ in their dictionary means]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There are other few good gentlemen whom I know said, “Sharanya every course and job has a value.” I so got reminded of this while typing! They are true. Can we sit and pack all our belongings in such a nice way with minimum of time? No, right! It’s time people respect the work of others and never underestimate them by their work nature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off, shara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-33466610714469452?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/33466610714469452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=33466610714469452&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/33466610714469452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/33466610714469452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-awe.html' title='In awe!'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-558116524572249480</id><published>2009-05-28T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T07:30:31.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the strangers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My meetings with strangers always have a story and this one is not an exception!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was Saturday night. Say about 8.30 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was walking in MG road, on my way to Shivaji Nagar bus stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Usually I leave early from office, but that day work kept me busy until 8! So me and another friend of mine were literally running to the bus stop. It was quite a distance though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We were walking in the road exactly opposite to Manipal Center. It's usually quite. That day, even worse. Much quieter and dark too. With breezy weather, one tends to enjoy such a walk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just then I unusually saw two women dressed in a bizarre way. One lady, quite huge, was wearing a saree with plunging neck line. The other was wearing a normal salwar but that was also quite revealing! Both were standing in the corner of the platform, smiling at all the male drivers in the cars which passed by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It took me about a minute to sense that they were prostitutes! Honestly, I was scared. I had to pass by them. The lady in the saree gave me a cold stare. I was looking down and ran as fast as I could!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Finally reached the bus stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Got a seat and phoned my sister and  all I had to talk was about her! It's quiet strange, the way they lead their lives! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*signing off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Shar :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-558116524572249480?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/558116524572249480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=558116524572249480&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/558116524572249480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/558116524572249480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2009/05/meet-strangers.html' title='Meet the strangers'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-4193084233864839019</id><published>2009-05-19T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T00:49:54.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I is bored!</title><content type='html'>I is bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Not much work to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is feeling sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yeah, I wake up early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is hungry also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It's 1.20 pm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-4193084233864839019?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/4193084233864839019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=4193084233864839019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/4193084233864839019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/4193084233864839019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-is-bored.html' title='I is bored!'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-6574892963559486243</id><published>2009-05-11T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T02:10:35.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That was one helluva party!!</title><content type='html'>I always hated parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dictionary parties, discs and pubs are one reason for all the men in this world to touch women unnecessarily! I mean they go about touching women all over and they just don't realize how irritating it can get!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[I know few wannabes do enjoy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loud music that can tear apart my ear drum, the area filled with smoke and dancing or rather falling on each other is something I just don't prefer. That's one of the reasons why I avoid going to parties! The other being me not a part of this 'Oh so, wannabe gang'! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Oh God, Thankfully]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my editor asked me to cover this party last night, I was shocked and surprised. I mean, they sort of know I am not this party material who would jump and grab the invitation! But still, they chose me! I had no choice but to go. They gave me an offer of taking friends along. Thankfully, I had guru. She has always been there when I needed her the most. Be it studying together, shopping or during times of emergency, like this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and guru decided to leave to Fuga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Supposedly, one of the hottest taverns in Blore]&lt;/span&gt; and be there at about 8.30 pm! We met there and was denied entry! LOL... We had to tell them that we are from the press and behave like this 'I am -very- interested -to -cover- ur- party' sorts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, they finally let us in! I went in to find a world by itself. You walk in the red lit glass floor and almost feel like stepping inside a place that never existed before! Fuga is awesome. Has about two floors, a pretty moderately sized dance floor and a pretty decent lounge bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now this is completely new to me! Seeing girls in uneasy outfits, weird men nodding their heads in a weird way, scary crowd, men and women tumbling all over the place and what not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guru and me got a drink for ourselves and set to the first floor! Since its been long since we met, we had loads to speak. But with loud music hitting our ear drum, we barely heard each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent quite some time gazing at those hot men and yeah a few women also ;-) and headed to the dance floor.  I saw Nikhil Chinnapa, DJ Ivan and DJ Markus Schutz playing feet tapping music that made the crowd dance like never before! The place was chock-a-blocked with young chaps going boogie woogie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to move out after sometime. Silence is what I get! Moving out from a noisy, busy and boisterous place to the world 'I' belong to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Freaking Lord, whatte party it was!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Jigging quietly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Post Script:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know now if I like or dislike parties. All I can advice you is, please take someone with you while partying! NEVER go alone unless you hate people! If your a spectator, have a drink, sit quietly and move out like how I did! :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-6574892963559486243?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/6574892963559486243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=6574892963559486243&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/6574892963559486243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/6574892963559486243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2009/05/that-was-one-helluva-party.html' title='That was one helluva party!!'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-7537507666368134431</id><published>2009-05-07T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:46:31.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Louing eett!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, am louing it! But louing what ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internship in Bangalore! I must say it's going in great guns! Never had a internship like this before. When compared to the last one I did in ANI, this one is rocking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine you write all day and keep filing stories! And write what ? Features all day!  Write on topics that you always don't talk much about and keep tickling your mind always to get new ideas! Isn't that lovely ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cubicle for an intern, a nice cute comp, no dress code (It doesn't matter anyways, am more of a kurta person!),  a nice boss (unlike my previous boss! Gawd, how much I hated him! :P), a nice team of colleagues who don't throw attitude... wah wah... my dream work environment. Am sure GOD is making a note of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it goes in great guns till this month end!&lt;br /&gt;Cya all later! Will post soon!&lt;br /&gt;Ore the loues,&lt;br /&gt;Shar! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-7537507666368134431?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/7537507666368134431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=7537507666368134431&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/7537507666368134431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/7537507666368134431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2009/05/louing-eett.html' title='Louing eett!!'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-4464588147654270675</id><published>2009-03-05T09:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:38:37.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*BOWS* to RAHMAN!</title><content type='html'>A. R. RAHMAN &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; The genius,.... My GOD,..... the person who re-defined music has won the Oscar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gawd, I just cannot believe it! Two Oscars, not a joke man! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heartiest congratulations to him! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has brought the Oscars to our nation, that we were trying to get for 81 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUDOS! I congratulate Pookuty too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Happily* Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;shara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-4464588147654270675?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/4464588147654270675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=4464588147654270675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/4464588147654270675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/4464588147654270675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2009/03/bows-to-rahman.html' title='*BOWS* to RAHMAN!'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-8745998822415592851</id><published>2009-03-05T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:15:09.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KICK START!</title><content type='html'>I just can't believe that this is my first post in 2009! Don't know what made me hold for the past two months! I was working...rather slogging to finish my projects, seminars, campaign and crap. It's typical for our college to give these crap at the last minute! God knows when they'll understand us!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll cut the crap now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great start! New year was so much fun with Vidya, Prabhu and Taarika. No matter how many ever new years come, I've silently made a promise to myself that I will celebrate only with them...and only in Bangalore! They are the most enthusistic couple that I've met so far! For all the food and drinks, the deserve a *hug*.. And bangalore is -the-place, I say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to mention the street where Vidya stays! People are so so nice... enthu pataniiss!! I sometimes envy her. I think one should be lucky enough to get neighbors like that - very nice people, enthusiasts, fun loving and make great neighbors!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was also fun! Appa &amp;amp; Amma surprised me with a cake and so did my School &amp;amp; College friends!! :) :) *hugs again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, my life was screwed! With so many deadlines to meet, I went M.A.D! I am still M.A.D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But blogging after a really really long time, feels great! :) :) Wil promise to post often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles :)&lt;br /&gt;Shara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-8745998822415592851?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/8745998822415592851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=8745998822415592851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/8745998822415592851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/8745998822415592851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2009/03/kick-start.html' title='KICK START!'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-1457079521998168426</id><published>2008-12-31T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:20:19.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.E.W.I.N.D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2008 was not a bad year for me. Professionally, I successfully completed my Journalism and joined Masters in Communication too! Great projects, great assignments add on to my list! Well, am really happy:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally,my bday was a disaster at the start of the year! Am just fine now, hope I hang on for 4 more days!!;-)Moving on, my sister's marriage gave me immense happiness! Marriages is truly a wonderful time to bond with lots of people! Well, the rest -don't ask- !! Am still single!:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish 2009 turns to be a much more nicer year for me and for the country as a whole. The nation saw some biggest disasters and witnessed huge loses, hope we see nothing of that in the coming year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the readers of this blog, HAPPY NEW YEAR! Have a great year ahead! May the Lord bless you guys with loads of happiness and good health!&lt;br /&gt;*stay connected*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Sharu! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Post Script:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This happens to be my 50th post! Last post of the year!:D Have fun guys!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-1457079521998168426?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/1457079521998168426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=1457079521998168426&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/1457079521998168426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/1457079521998168426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2008/12/rewind.html' title='R.E.W.I.N.D'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-7085348638790693244</id><published>2008-11-28T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T09:26:24.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An unforgettable Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mumbai terrorism attacks – something no Indian would have imagined that would happen to us. An attack which had an impact on every true Indian! An attack which is going on for 3 days which we have never witnessed before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what is happening to our country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 is a bad year for us. Starting from Bangalore, Ahmedabad, Jaipur… we are witnessing so many terrorists’ attacks this year. Even after our country has been hit by so many attacks, we are still unable to zero-in on the perpetrator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, all the blasts occurred except Mumbai had very less impact on me. I just prayed that everyone should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But today after seeing Mumbai suffer, I can hear my heart beats go in a rapid pace, a silent prayer goes through my mind, eyes filled with tears and that conveys helplessness and a sense of fear that prevails in me even now.. when I type this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I am really scared to step out of my house. I feel there is no positive vibes out here. I just want to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘enough is enough we can’t take it anymore’!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to just put down my thoughts here and show my anger. I just want to point out on the people whom I just hate now and show them what they have not done. But am just scared to go on.. .I sense now that the liberty to express has gone haywire! The blasts have just scared the hell out of me! I just want to say one thing “F**K them”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to end here by thanking the NSG force and the various heros who have helped the people who have been trapped and especially the NSG for shooting the accused!  Hats off to them and am just so proud how strong our army force is! It simply implies ‘Dude even if you take 3 days or 4 days, we are not gonna leave you alive’!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a silent prayer for the people who have lost their lives, I sign off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;Post Script:&lt;br /&gt;I really want to appreciate NDTV for their outstanding coverage on this. Personally I liked the way the news was presented by them. Especially Pranoy Roy for his comments that hooked me to write this! Well, I don’t have a legal platform to comment on this, am just happy that someone who is well learnt about all the sides is doing our job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-7085348638790693244?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/7085348638790693244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=7085348638790693244&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/7085348638790693244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/7085348638790693244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2008/11/unforgettable-wednesday.html' title='An unforgettable Wednesday'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-6780868274272318079</id><published>2008-11-22T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:07:39.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Varanam Aayiram.... to all the dads!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/SShB1Gn-oiI/AAAAAAAACWo/XGv9vGowTC8/s1600-h/vaaranamaayiram_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie:&lt;/span&gt; Varanam Aayiram&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cast:&lt;/span&gt; Surya, Sameera reddy, Divya Spandana, Simran.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;: Harris Jayaraj&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Director:&lt;/span&gt; Gautham Menon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Varanam Aayiram &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(meaning the strength of thousand elephants)&lt;/span&gt; is the most expected movie of the year. After the hot-combination of Surya and Gautham Menon in Kakha Kakha, the second movie of the duo is Varanam Aayiram which was released on Nov 14.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This movie is a tribute to Gautham’s father who passed away last year. The movie talks about the relationship that a father and a son shares. Typically it’s the relationship that Menon and his father shared, of course with a few cinematic elements added to it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The story begins with Surya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(as an army officer)&lt;/span&gt; while on a mission gets the news of the death of his father. He starts reminiscing about the days spent with father and the story cuts to a flash back.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Krishnan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Surya)&lt;/span&gt; is a government employee who is married to his college mate Malini &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Simran)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;i style=""&gt;‘Mundhinam’&lt;/i&gt; is a beautiful penned song that shows the entire love story of theirs. It was love at first sight for him and the song which tells their love story can’t get any sweeter. The line where Simran says, “He just swept me off my feet” explains it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Moving on, Surya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(played as his son)&lt;/span&gt; shares a unique kind of a relationship with his father. He looks upon his father more than his mother &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(as played by Simran)&lt;/span&gt;. Theirs is more a friendship than a typical father-son relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Surya goes to an Engineering college in Tiruchi, after his father borrows money to pay his capitation fees, but ends up watching movies than attending classes. While returning back after his final semester he meets Megna &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sameera Reddy)&lt;/span&gt; in the train. As expected, it was love at first sight for him! The emotions displayed by him when he sees her brings a smile to everyone who is watching the movie. The way he pats his chest and admires her secretly is most romantic scene in the whole movie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He starts playing his guitar which is followed by the ‘&lt;i style=""&gt;Nenjukul Peidhidum Mamazhai’&lt;/i&gt; song. His attempt to impress her goes in vain as she leaves to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for higher studies. After setting up his own company along with his friends he follows Sameera and finally wins her heart! &lt;i style=""&gt;(Wonder which father allows his son to go in search of a girl when there is no money around!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This is too cinematic to believe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I suppose Gautham did a similar scene in his life too – refer Times article).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A major blast occurs where Sameera loses her life and Surya comes back to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. He meets his sister - Shriya’s friend and neighbour played by Divya who helps him overcome the sorrow. Surya’s unable to forget her gets into drugs and the scene where the withdrawal stage happens is tremendously done by the actor. He was so real and his acting was just brilliant. He comes out of it and at the advice of his father takes a break and goes to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kashmir&lt;/st1:place&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The complete transformation happens when he gets engaged in finding a kidnapped kid and realizes his true self to become an army officer. The awaited six-pack scene comes and everyone goes ‘ahhh’ while watching him! He moves to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Delhi&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and Divya follows him this time and love strikes again! Moving on, Krishnan is diagnosed with lung cancer. And well you can imagine the climax, which directs to the first scene of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The first half of the movie was great mixture of songs and scenes that moves at a faster pace while the second half was a drag! Certain scenes remained cinematic and so unrealistic while the romantic parts of the story are well crafted and the emotions are well displayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is Gautham’s story through Surya! Surya is the main substance of the story and story revolves around him. He has done full justice to the movie and has shown great acting skills. His hard work is clearly visible and there needs no surprise if he wins a Filmfare award for best actor category this year! I can see a South Indian Aamir Khan shaping in him! The father, the teenage son, the college student and the army officer (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where he sports a six pack)&lt;/span&gt; is differentiated so clearly. Well for the ladies, all the three heroines get an equal share and have done a great job!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The music score is just wonderful! All the songs are nice and the music itself becomes the USP of the movie. If he hadn’t dragged the movie and cut some unbelievable scenes, the movie will rated 5/5 by me! Well, for all the hard work done by Surya and Gautham I give them 3.5/5!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Post Script:&lt;/span&gt; Watch the movie with no expectations and if your an ardent Surya fan, there is no doubt you will just LOVE watching this movie! And for me, I LOVED SURYA! :) He is a hot property  for Tamil industry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-6780868274272318079?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/6780868274272318079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=6780868274272318079&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/6780868274272318079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/6780868274272318079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2008/11/varanam-aayiram-to-all-dads.html' title='Varanam Aayiram.... to all the dads!'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/SShB1Gn-oiI/AAAAAAAACWo/XGv9vGowTC8/s72-c/vaaranamaayiram_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-9068015007194593140</id><published>2008-11-14T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T06:59:58.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa-Ro-Ja Movie review!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOVIE REVIEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/SR2QpdrRvHI/AAAAAAAACVE/hb1-zOEXRoo/s1600-h/saroja310308_1024_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/SR2QpdrRvHI/AAAAAAAACVE/hb1-zOEXRoo/s320/saroja310308_1024_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268526181108530290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie&lt;/span&gt; – Saroja&lt;br /&gt;Genre – Thriller / Comedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt; – Venkat Prabhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cast&lt;/span&gt; – SPB Charan, Vaibhav, RJ Shiva, Premji Amaran, Prakash Raj, Jayram, Vega,&lt;br /&gt;Sampath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottom Line&lt;/span&gt; – Four friends are mistakenly caught up with baddies and help save the&lt;br /&gt;daughter of rich businessman who is kidnapped by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating:  * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rarely Tamil cinema has seen the two completely different genres &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘Thriller’&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘comedy’&lt;/span&gt; in one movie. Hats-off to director Venkat Prabhu for taking such a big step in entertaining the Tamil audience. ‘Sa-ro-ja’ is a promising movie by Venkat Prabhu which will have you in splits. He re-creates the magic after the runaway success of blockbuster &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘Chennai – 600 028.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story begins with the lead character Saroja (Vega) being kidnapped. Prakash Raj played as the girl’s father (a rich Businessman) calls up the police and starts the investigation. Jayram plays the role of Asst Commissioner and friend of Prakash Raj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile the story cuts to the lively and bubbly gang of four friends, Jagapathi Babu (SPB Charan), Ajay (Shiva), Ganesh (Premji Amaran) and Raj Babu(played by new  comer Vaibhav).The four friends decide to go to Hyderabad to watch India – Pakistan match. A major accident occurs which forces them to take another route to reach the destination. This is when the story actually begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four men land up in an area where there is no way out. They find themselves in the midst of the baddies who tries to murder them. They try to escape and find Saroja (Vega) who is kidnapped by them. Sampath (Sampath) plays the kidnapper with a gang of guys who assists him. Saroja with the help of these four men tries to escape and what follows next is the climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prakash Raj has played his role really well. The emotions expressed by him sure needs applause, especially when he tries to confess to his wife and when he bursts out thinking about his daughter! Jayram too has played it well. But after years of seeing him as a comedian, this role of his is hard to accept. The villain Sampath is definitely used well by the director. We were just wondering why they wasted him in Chennai – 600 028!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four guys – SPB Charan, Vaibhav, Premji Amaran and Shiva have loads of acting skills that should be noted by the directors of Tamil industry! Premji’s comedy line in this movie, ‘Evalavo pannitom, idha panna maatoma’ (From Vijay’s movie) is sure to make us laugh out loud! The movie has comedy where it shouldn’t have. When you just think the movie is getting serious, Premji has something for you! He is best used only by his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the ladies, Vega is the only female lead who has some weightage in her role.(That too, only for the second half of the movie!). Nikita played as Sampath’s love, shakes her leg for a song and vanishes and so does Kajal Agarwal who is played as Shiva’s woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The location of the movie sure needs to be mentioned. We wonder where in Hyderabad the area exists. The music for the movie is composed by Yuvan Shaker Raja. His rapport with brother Venkat has produced great results and one can witness in this movie. The songs ‘Cheeky Cheeky’ and ‘It’s my Life’ has a western blend. While songs such as, ‘Dost bada Dost’, ‘Koodana Kodi’ and ‘Nimirndhu Nillu’ is typical of Yuvan’s music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 - day movie is sure to entertain you for the 3 hours you’ve paid! If you haven’t laughed out loud before, watch Sa-Ro-Ja, the complete entertainer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sharanya CR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Post Script:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Delayed post! Wrote this review a few days of the release for our newspaper! Tell me hozz it guys!!By the way, the guys Vaibhav and Sampath were HOT!!:D I loved the movie...saw it thrice already!:) This is review is 'ore peter' typical for newspaper purpose.. my review is 'semma tucker machan' :P :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-9068015007194593140?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/9068015007194593140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=9068015007194593140&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/9068015007194593140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/9068015007194593140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2008/11/movie-review-movie-saroja-genre.html' title='Sa-Ro-Ja Movie review!'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/SR2QpdrRvHI/AAAAAAAACVE/hb1-zOEXRoo/s72-c/saroja310308_1024_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-5602354181858471912</id><published>2008-10-03T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:49:52.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO SMOKING</title><content type='html'>The health minister has been doing quite a lot of good things these days! The recent October 2nd ban on smoking in public places is a big attempt that needs to be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows 'Smoking is injurious to health'. This tag is also attached in cigarette packets! I wonder how people smoke even after the warning! I remember an ad which came few years ago in discover channel. The ad was a PSA done by Australian government to show the ill effects &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/SOZn6a7LCCI/AAAAAAAABzM/AnCfXEVNmjo/s1600-h/no-smoking-ad.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/SOZn6a7LCCI/AAAAAAAABzM/AnCfXEVNmjo/s320/no-smoking-ad.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253000268731844642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of smoking. The ad gave every detail. It is shown from the time u inhale the 'shit' to exhale it! The ad concentrated on how it will affect the organs inside! I still remember it kinda vaguely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In India, I witness a lot of PSAs, rally, protests and the like happening for 'No Smoking'. Smoking is an addiction! I know a friend of mine who started of by saying 'No da I just wanna try to know how it feels' and now I keep reminding her of how her body feels!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this Ban will reduce the sales of cigaretts and the death rates which are caused by smoking!This will also reduce burdens of all the NGOs and increase the un-billed salary of the policemen ;-) ;-) lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the note from the blogger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To all my dear readers, PLEASE DON'T SMOKE and discourage people whom you know are smoking cause there might be a day when you can't see them forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Sharu :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Post Script:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some things are best said the harsh way! And so does the ad! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-5602354181858471912?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/5602354181858471912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=5602354181858471912&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/5602354181858471912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/5602354181858471912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-there-is-smoking.html' title='NO SMOKING'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/SOZn6a7LCCI/AAAAAAAABzM/AnCfXEVNmjo/s72-c/no-smoking-ad.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-5081216489860790554</id><published>2008-08-20T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:02:02.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get FIT to F.I.T &lt; &lt; IN &gt; &gt;!!</title><content type='html'>-DIET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--EXERCISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----LOSING WEIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------SLIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------SIZE ZERO! [WORST ONE!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What not ?? I am seeing countless articles in newspapers these days about losing weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"get fit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"have the slim look"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"size zero is 'in' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, how many articles will they write these days about losing weight ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every newspaper carry information related to this. What fruits, vegetables we should have; What will make us lose weight; What will make you gain weight and stuff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people are getting 'way to' health conscious these days, but then the sudden rise of such articles is really shocking! They carry some hundred tips on how to lose weight and stuff!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to stay fit and be healthy :) But this sudden rise of numerous articles on it almost everyday is really getting on my nerves! It looks like they have no other topic to write on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should remind people on staying healthy, but writing long articles everyday won't do much help. Instead you can give pictorial representations of yoga poses and exercise positions apart from writing the articles! I swear even I cannot read such articles everyday, even though I am journalist ;-)  The stuff they write is really good, but they can try putting them in different ways! And also they should publish on weekends 'only', so that you don't get bored of the same stuff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giggles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sharu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/SKxCAnm7GeI/AAAAAAAABOU/Vah6OxMvWBU/s1600-h/loose_weight_advert.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/SKxCAnm7GeI/AAAAAAAABOU/Vah6OxMvWBU/s320/loose_weight_advert.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236633045124717026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Post Script : This ad is really good!! ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-5081216489860790554?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/5081216489860790554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=5081216489860790554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/5081216489860790554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/5081216489860790554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2008/08/fit.html' title='Get FIT to F.I.T &lt; &lt; IN &gt; &gt;!!'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/SKxCAnm7GeI/AAAAAAAABOU/Vah6OxMvWBU/s72-c/loose_weight_advert.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-3908545735174884348</id><published>2008-08-11T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:49:05.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson learnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I learnt something so valuable that I need to blog about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seminars and guest lectures are something that happens almost every now and then in my college. Having listened so much definitely has given me a lot of information and knowledge. But sometimes when these boring people coming and lecture I kinda loose interest so quickly that I start meddling with my mobile or draw something or for worst case I even start dreaming!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either the way they put in the information or lack of improper communication they make with us is the problem of listening to them! I respect the information they provide but the way they commune is the 'problem' for me! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; the only thing they lack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about it ? Always don't listen to them and happily do something ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is when I learnt one major lesson from one of the guest lectures who came to our department to talk about corporate communication. She was friendly, made us feel really comfortable and was those excellent people who had the ability to make us all listen to her! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she started the topic, she said one thing that she learnt in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "How ever the lecturers may speak, don't ignore them. Try to listen and gain knowledge and information that is abundant, AS NOTHING GOES WASTE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sentence "Nothing goes waste" still lingers in my mind when ever I get to hear a boring lecture! The person who may take the lecture for you might not be a good communicator, but he/she has the information that they like to pass it on to us. So what's wrong in making attempts to listen what the person says as 'nothing goes waste'! Am sure it will be useful someday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sharu :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-3908545735174884348?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/3908545735174884348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=3908545735174884348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/3908545735174884348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/3908545735174884348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2008/08/lesson-learnt.html' title='Lesson learnt'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-2656869538358806256</id><published>2008-07-22T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:26:54.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God made me realize...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;"God made realize that he is not always 'busy' for me!"&lt;/div&gt;I was watching Bruce Almighty that day. There is a scene in which Bruce sends replies to all the prayer requests &lt;em&gt;[After he has been given the powers of the Lord].&lt;/em&gt; He recieves millions of mail every minute and then realizes how hard it is to be 'God'! He also realizes that he can use all his powers for buying anything in this world except LOVE![Wah..Wah..Love you Lord!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what this movie infers to me? When ever am depressed, I have the habit usually 'blasting' god! I always complain that he doesn't have time to listen to this poor soul! But after seeing that scene, I felt terrible to pray again! How many problems and requests he has to listen, he still gives a patient ear to me and solves it! Oh Lord.... forgive me! You can only do such lovely things to people! Love you...!:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giggles,&lt;br /&gt;Sharu :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-2656869538358806256?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/2656869538358806256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=2656869538358806256&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/2656869538358806256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/2656869538358806256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2008/07/god-made-me-realize.html' title='God made me realize...'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-4842279579882366378</id><published>2008-06-09T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T07:22:14.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian Pathetic League</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The IPL &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(read my abbreviation)&lt;/span&gt; finally ended and am happy that 45 days of playing the game everyday(!!) is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't how can a game be played everyday that to two times with the same opponent and people pay up money for that and watch it also! I mean, if it was one round I wouldn't have been bothered but two time and 45 days of non-stop cricket - SHIT man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, this 20-20 is not really a good format for cricket. I suppose cricket was started with test matches, then they started the one-day matches. Now after seeing that people have less patience, they reduced it to 20 overs! This is really sad. But I must accept that this 20 overs match is nice to watch! But I swear not everyday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong side for the batsmen and a weakness to the bowlers. I mean if you bowl well, okay 'Super Cool' and you get some purple cap or blue cap(!) If you don't, thats all! There are millions of people and cricket commenter's who curse you and give you a black cap!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[I pity balaji  for bowling the last over against Rajasthan Royals in the final match)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving over to our dear IPL, I would call this series &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'a collection of drama'&lt;/span&gt;.  Cheerleaders showing away their skin happily, Sreesanth crying in front of hundreds of people, Harbhajan the next day happily hugs Sree, Vijay Mallya's sickest behavior, playing loud music of Tamil, indi songs and distracting the players, celebrities in the VIP section bringing the family and constantly waving to the camera, Preity Zinta hugging Yuvaraj Singh on every occasion possible and loadza more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THIS CRICKET ? THE CRICKET WE USED TO SEE ? ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't say celebrities should not come and witness the match, but doing a series of drama in front of the camera is BAD!! From the beginning there was something wrong in this IPL! Auctioning of players, icon players and on.  The idea of bringing young players (under 19 and on) is good. But why give all the publicity to the International players and unwanted movie stars in this? Then whats the whole point of encouraging them man ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't get the point. Cricket is called as the 'Gentleman's Game' and now? I really don't get the point of adding GLAMOR to cricket. Already cricket is in the top position in India &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Guess it should be re-christened as our National Game]&lt;/span&gt; and now adding too mMASALA to it and spoiling other games too! Guys this a SPORT and not some Bollywood MOVIE to have song, dance and crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely worried about the game. The game where once I liked seems to fade away! Highly disappointed with this. Hope these players play good sport in the coming years at least and also young players should be given a better platform to display their talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I disliked some parts of the game structure, I really admired few things that happened in the game. So here goes my list;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 cheers to....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Team Rajasthan Royals&lt;/span&gt; - For putting up such an extraordinary show and made the whole country look upon them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shane Warne&lt;/span&gt; - For his guts in bringing and believing the youth of our nation and brought out their talents in them! Especially Yusuf pathan, even I thought he was not good a batsmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MS Dhoni &lt;/span&gt;- I am in love with him! :) I mean he is totally fantastic! He stayed calm till the end of series even though the team suffered loss in the middle. And he did not make us feel bad about losing in the finals as he made the team give their best. I just adore you man!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Chennai Super Kings Rocks]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rahul Dravid&lt;/span&gt; -  For withstanding all the embarrassment Mallya made. I think he was perfect, but his team wasn't. Don't you worry dude, you are always the 'The wall for Indian cricket'! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[I read an article about the issue and one gentleman wrote "Rahul is great player and it's not fair to blame him for this. I think he is just not designed for 20-20 as he is for test matches]&lt;/span&gt; - very true!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Team Hyderabad&lt;/span&gt; - Esp their team owner for not harassing the team like Mallya did. Also for Adam Gilchrist's effort to train them a little.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ShahRukh Khan&lt;/span&gt; - He is just brilliant, if he gets into politics am sure he will go places. He was just great, especially when the team was not doing well you should see what message he gave to his team, "Even though we did bad, exit from the game decently so that we are not badly treated"... Thats fantastic and I also liked his answer given back to Mallya!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;There is lots more I admired but these are the in the top list! Now let me begin with what I hated the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Middle - finger to :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mallya&lt;/span&gt; - For harassing the team captain Dravid and Charu Sharma. Has he got brains? I mean he has insulted one of the most brilliant player! If the team is not performing well it is not fair to blame them like that!His utmost 'kid-behavior' is the biggest joke of the series! When this news broke, my sister commented saying "He is a drunkard know thats why he is behaving like this"... I still cannot stop laughing ;-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sreesanth&lt;/span&gt; - I HATE HIM! I once liked him and now I hate him more the times I liked him! What is he doing man? Crying like a kid and showing aggressive faces like a beast ? Is this sportsman spirit? Doesn't he know how to behave or should he get some discipline classes ? I don't know how they left him with a warning, he had 'bad-behavior' record and I think he should be penalized! I think he should get some anger-management classes or get into film acting and play villain roles. He doesn't need any practice, he can show faces to all the heroes and behave like an animal!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bhajji&lt;/span&gt; - The same applies to him! Mr. bhajji alais sojji what are doing ? Slapping sree and calling symonds in a **** bad words ? Either you play cricket or eat bajji&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(These both may be great bowlers, but they lack the sportsman spirit and basic decency!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheerleaders&lt;/span&gt; - To all those half naked women out there, go away to your country and stop spoiling the brothers of our country! ;-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I happily end my long post here~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Giggles:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sharu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Post Script:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above written is completely MY opinion and I have the right to voice out MY views about it. If you feel what I have written is not right, please close your browser and do something else! Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-4842279579882366378?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/4842279579882366378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=4842279579882366378&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/4842279579882366378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/4842279579882366378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2008/06/indian-pathetic-league.html' title='Indian Pathetic League'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-2878502391124746812</id><published>2008-04-04T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T10:44:11.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bald men and french beard! ;-)</title><content type='html'>My headline looks weird? ! And so am I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this strange liking for dark men before, now its towards 'bald men and french beard'!! Don't ask me why! It's just that way...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I get 'turned on' to men who are bald n beautiful:P! I wanted to blog mainly because of one guy, who made me so damn crazy! He is Mr. RAGHU RAM! If you watch MTV Roadies you would know! He is the producer of the show!He is this thin, figured, bald guy and has a cute beard! He is nick-named as the "rudest man on TV". He insults people like _____! Sometimes I wonder, for getting into Roadies, why you need get insulted by him so much? Even after getting into roadies, you need to undergo a s&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/R_ZmjKKkmKI/AAAAAAAAAbs/g49k4EWPgFs/s1600-h/ragu.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 176px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/R_ZmjKKkmKI/AAAAAAAAAbs/g49k4EWPgFs/s320/ragu.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185444775173855394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eries of insults, torture and hatred! But whatever it may be its fun to watch them fight, gossip and bitch about each other! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to Raghu! I think I fell in love with him. However he portrays himself, he is smart man! I mean you need real guts to insult people like that. I've even wondered, by chance if I read psychology I should take lessons from him on reading people's mind! He is really HAWWWTTTT.....!!So many people love him...me, Sar, Pri....! :-) Total LOWES;-) Guess after the Daniel Balaji syndrome, I am stuck to him now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to other people whom I like.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/R_Znn6KkmLI/AAAAAAAAAb0/LwB9vwk7eaY/s1600-h/andre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 160px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/R_Znn6KkmLI/AAAAAAAAAb0/LwB9vwk7eaY/s320/andre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185445956289861810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The first bald guy:&lt;/span&gt; The bald guy whom I liked and think 'hot' is Andre Agassi! Yes, the tennis player! More than his tennis, I like him for his looks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The second bald guy&lt;/span&gt;: He was this person named LK, I know him personally. He was my first crush. He resembles like Agassi, and that's why I liked him! Well, now I have a huge respect for what he is now and what he does! And more over, he is MARRIED:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/R_Zn7aKkmMI/AAAAAAAAAb8/NI19J_D7Rgk/s1600-h/sean04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 131px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/R_Zn7aKkmMI/AAAAAAAAAb8/NI19J_D7Rgk/s320/sean04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185446291297310914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third bald guy:&lt;/span&gt;Sean Connery, the actor! Or should I call him the 'HOT BOND GUY'? Of all the bonds I have seen, I like him a lot! [Pierce Brosnan, other favorite!] I like him for two reasons, one being his acting skills! He is just too good! And other being -you know- ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fourth bald guy:&lt;/span&gt; Ha ha ha... everyone loves him! It is not his permanent st&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/R_ZoN6KkmNI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Wh7XiIlwFhI/s1600-h/sivaji5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 159px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/R_ZoN6KkmNI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Wh7XiIlwFhI/s320/sivaji5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185446609124890834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yle or something, He had this style or what ever you cal, only for a movie, or rather a part of a movie. There are worshipers for him, he is the idol for many people, kids too love him, everyone tries to copy his 'style' ;-) if your still blinking, if means you don't watch Indian movies or you are too dumb to guess;-) He is otherwise called 'Super Star RajiniKanth' :d... the motta boss is-style!! Gawd... he looks brilliantly handsome! The way he taps his bald head.... ha ha ha.... Thala means Thala wonly :D Can't forget the movie for his style, bald, tap and the sound it makes ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/R_ZofKKkmOI/AAAAAAAAAcM/umxZsOvGqBw/s1600-h/paulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 154px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/R_ZofKKkmOI/AAAAAAAAAcM/umxZsOvGqBw/s320/paulo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185446905477634274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fifth ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ld guy:&lt;/span&gt; Paulo Cohelo! I like him only for his writing and writing and writing! I mean he beautifully pens down words that makes him a wonderful writer. My inspiration for so many things and I see him as one of those 'beautiful man who makes us see things beautifully'! I love him for his writing and teaching! But then why I include him here? It just happened that he is also bald and has french beard!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth bald guy:&lt;/span&gt; Is the one whom I mentioned earlier.... Raghu!! I think he is really hawwwtt and sexy, with that style! Man I really wanna come for some training on anger management to you...;-) but please be nice to me raghu... I LOWE you ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Giggles ;-)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sharu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-2878502391124746812?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/2878502391124746812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=2878502391124746812&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/2878502391124746812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/2878502391124746812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2008/04/bald-men-and-french-beard.html' title='bald men and french beard! ;-)'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/R_ZmjKKkmKI/AAAAAAAAAbs/g49k4EWPgFs/s72-c/ragu.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-3041408596268291413</id><published>2008-03-21T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T01:35:47.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought !</title><content type='html'>I've realized that I blog too much only during my exams! ;-) I don't know why. this happened last time also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways its just a thought! Don't bother commenting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-3041408596268291413?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/3041408596268291413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=3041408596268291413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/3041408596268291413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/3041408596268291413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought !'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-490681230970809183</id><published>2008-03-20T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T01:33:32.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag-e-name!</title><content type='html'>I am loving tagging!! another one ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name 20 people off the top of your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gayathri&lt;br /&gt;2. Disney&lt;br /&gt;3.  Saranya&lt;br /&gt;4. Dinesh&lt;br /&gt;5. Mahima&lt;br /&gt;6. Priya&lt;br /&gt;7. Kumaresh&lt;br /&gt;8. Sai Prashanth&lt;br /&gt;9. Sowmya&lt;br /&gt;10. Ashwin&lt;br /&gt;11. Anubhooti Panda&lt;br /&gt;12. Prabhu&lt;br /&gt;13. Yogesh&lt;br /&gt;14. Srima&lt;br /&gt;15. Dominica&lt;br /&gt;16. Taarika&lt;br /&gt;17. Bhuvanesh&lt;br /&gt;18. Guru Priya&lt;br /&gt;19. Priyanka&lt;br /&gt;20. Vidya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How did you meet 14?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Srima - Through my friend Mahima... It's her cousin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would you do if you have never met 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gayathri - My sister! She is like my boy friend... I would have been 'single' :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would you do if 20 and 9 dated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidya(Sister) and Sowmya(frende) - Lesbian day's out! Am sure they would never do that! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you ever like 19?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priyu ? I love her! I swear I wouldn't be able to without her when she is absent! She is my LOWES in college. We have a lot in common &amp;amp;  both are in Gossipers Bitch List! [What a question is this? My gawd.... we both are in deep lowes and u guys ask such q's is it? Oh no!! :( hee hee....;-)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would 6 and 17 make a good couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priya &amp;amp; Bhuvanesh - What a coincidence? They both are really going out together! They would make an awesome pair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Describe 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saranya - Enthu pattani, lovable, music genius, matured, comedian, caring, slightly egoistic &lt;nt&gt;, frank, helpful, makes fun of me 24/7, my partner in crime,  'PM' promoter, ever smiling! N I love her! "frend for life"!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai ? He thinks he is attractive! But if you ask me I would say No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell me something about 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kumaresh (bava 2) - He is my Gai's hubby. Very calm and composed, always smiling, caring, foodie, adventurous and makes a good husband to my sister! :-)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know any of 12's family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prabhu - 12 itself is my family... yes i do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's 18's favourite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guru - Her favorite is Akhil ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's 11's specialty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anubhooti ? Her name...!ANUBHUTI PANDA. First day of college none of them got her name right and she went around explaining her name! Also her intelligence. She is definitely brilliant! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is 9 going out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sowmya - No one! [as of now ;-)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How old is 16 now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taarika is 6 years old :-) my cutie niece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you talked to 13?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 I think! We never speak directly... only indirect means ah! ;-) [MAGGI READ THIS ;-)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who's 2's favourite band/singer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney - He loves gospel music. Guess Don Moen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you date 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinesh - No, he is my friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you date 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumaresh ? My sister will murder me! He is my sister's hubby man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is 15 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominica ? No, She got committed recently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's 10's last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar -  The name is Ashwin Kumar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you ever be in a serious relationship with 13?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yogesh ? I would love too ;-) lol [MAGGI READ THIS too;-)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which school does 3 go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saranya is in College now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where does 6 live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priya - In Madras! Next to my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's your favourite thing about 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mahima - She is my best friend. I love everything about her. Especially her dancing in front my class when my HOD takes class! ;-)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/nt&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People who are tagging this... don't read the questions and write the names... Write them randomly...It will be fun to do then!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tagged ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sharu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Post Script :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Currently there are only two readers for my blog! Sowmya and Gayathri. Gaythri wouldn't do this, Sowmya 'should' do this! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-490681230970809183?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/490681230970809183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=490681230970809183&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/490681230970809183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/490681230970809183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2008/03/tag-e-name.html' title='Tag-e-name!'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-1229749476626974862</id><published>2008-03-15T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T12:20:09.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED :D</title><content type='html'>Well, I didn't know this until I read Sowmya's post... Now I shall take the privilege to answer those questions in the truest of my knowledge! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here I go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that I have on my left cheek. If I explain how I got it, am sure I would get one more on the right. But thats okay, I won't get it until two years from now!;-) It was during my eldest sister wedding. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[During 6th grade]&lt;/span&gt; My second sister has those long lovely nails which she mostly uses for blackmailing me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Me and her had a big fight and madam literally scratched me in my cheek &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[U know parandi-fyin?]&lt;/span&gt; I was crying as though she tried to murder me... In that shock my dad started yelling at her. I was smiling then...:D &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Thank god she left to US]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) What does your phone look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first cam mobile. Its a flip, elegant color and looks very girlish! A smart mobile too. For a VGA cam, it actually gives good picture quality! It has an amazing music facility, with a quality of a CD. Everyone loves my phone and so do I! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;3) What is on the walls of your bedroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clock,Family photo, my picture stuck on a creative piece of work done by my eldest sister and my sister's marriage photo frame!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Another sister's is getting ready] &lt;/span&gt;ah... guess too many 'sister' in this line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) What is your current desktop picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windows wallpaper - "Home"! I love keeping pictures in my desktop, my dad thinks I am obsessed with  photographs! * No Comments *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) Do you believe in Gay marriage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, marriage is a 'personal - belief' that every living being has! Whether its a boy-girl, girl-girl, boy-boy... its their right. As long as both of them are happy, am fine with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;6) What do you want more than anything right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seat in ACJ or Christ college for doing my PG &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Am desperate!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;7) What time were you born?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue. I just know that I was born on a Monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8) Are your parents still together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as happy as ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9) Last person who made you cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Gayathri, when she left to USA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10) What is your favorite perfume/cologne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tommy Hilfiger&lt;/span&gt; - I swear I didn't buy it!;-) I got it in a press conference - for the launch of their showroom in Bangalore. [See how lucky reporters are ;) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charlie (white)&lt;/span&gt; - My all time favorite... and I can afford it too!;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;11) What kind of hair/eye color do you like in the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about a blonde hair and a blue eyed man? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[A ferengi ...!;-)]&lt;/span&gt;Am sure one day or the other I would get scared of him and come back to India! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;12) What are you listening to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meatloaf - All coming back to me, Rob Thomas - lonely no more, Leann  Rimes - Can't fight the moonlight, Art Company - Suzanna, Nicole Kidman &amp;amp; Robbie Williams - Saying Something Stupid, Mark Antony- I want to spend my life, Nejam Ellam, Sorgame vandallum, Sonallum Ketpathillai, Nadhim dhim tana, Minchagi,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kwaja meri Kwaja, In lamhom ke daman, Jash e Bahara, Soona&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [I listen to this over 10 times-Sonu is TOO GOOD in classical also!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13) Do you get scared of the dark?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes, I've blogged about it over and over again. I dont wanna do the same thing :D please 'don't' leave me alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;14) Do you like pain killers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...As long as it kills the pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15) Are you too shy to ask someone out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I would sit and 'only' dream of asking and going out! But actually I have never tried asking!  I really wanna try once! Well am twenty and really feel I should do this 'girl' stuff before I get too older! ;) Lemme see if anyone interesting cross my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16) If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12.00 a.m .... I just wanna have glass of water and finish this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;17) Who was the last person who made you mad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Yesterday, 15th]&lt;/span&gt; Not a person.. an animal! A street dog which was coming behind me and Priyanka! My goodness, it followed us where ever we went. We called a driver anna to chase it off. But again it followed us! We really wanted to get rid of that Dog and went inside Barista. When we came out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[after 30 minutes or so]&lt;/span&gt; it was still there lying next to the door. But thank goodness it was sleeping then...We just ran as fast as we could to get rid of it! Man..it really freaked us out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18) Who was the last person who made you smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Sai, I think he gets on my nerves 4 times a week and makes me laugh for the rest of the days. His messages are exact translation of tamil sentences. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Don't put sand in my life de"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Enn valkaiyil mann alli potratha]&lt;/span&gt;, Ultimate one&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"For this job you can beg"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Indha polapuku nee picha edukalam]&lt;/span&gt; And when ever am down and kinda come to normal he will say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"thats janu.. thats the spirit, Pepsi, coca cola, 7 up etc"&lt;/span&gt;!!This guy is extremely funny and knows how to cool down people! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[ Are you laughing? ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Yippee... am done... and for all those who read this... please tag and keep blogging*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;*Cheers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;Sharu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-1229749476626974862?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/1229749476626974862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=1229749476626974862&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/1229749476626974862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/1229749476626974862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2008/03/tagged-d.html' title='TAGGED :D'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-5240881934957780722</id><published>2008-03-14T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:40:18.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah- ya - naadd!!</title><content type='html'>This post is very old news... but still I would want to write about it. It's all about my trip to Wayanaad &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[College trip!].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, this is my first known visit to Kerala!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [my mom told they took me to Guruvayur when I was some 7 or 8 years old... I don't remember!]&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Wah-ya-naad&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[I love saying that way... its really WAH!!]&lt;/span&gt; is so beautiful and made me addicted. I decided that after I get married I should come again... and you know for what! And also I should stay in the same Resort - Hotel Green Gates! The most beautiful resort I've seen until now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I shall begin writing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January mid we all were set to go to Wayanaad.  It was over 14 hours of journey in train. It was always nice to sit in the train and look outside the window! Nature, people, stations and more you see differently when you cross each place. With a bunch of friends around, one can never feel bored. It was too good. We played, sang, gossiped ;) and ate nicely! Like this foolish idiot I forgot to bring my sweater! Closing Erode, I started shivering and by the next day morning I caught up with cold &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Thanks to guru for transferring her's ;)] &lt;/span&gt;Early morning we reached Calicut and we have to shift to bus to move on to Wayanaad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reach the place, we have to cross 9 hair pin bends I guess! The beauty was superb! Half way we slept off with mouth wide open...as nose was blocked! It was 10.30 a.m in the morning when we reached the Wayanaad view point and would you believe me if I say it was like some 6 am in the morning. The mountains fully covered my mist and fog! We took pictures with our typing teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/R9rF2-AIPhI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/hWe-OKgu_mM/s1600-h/wayanaad+view+point.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/R9rF2-AIPhI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/hWe-OKgu_mM/s320/wayanaad+view+point.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177668269762952722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we moved on to resort, refreshed and set to Soochipara falls. To see that small falls, we had to climb down the mountain. After walking so much, we could see a small amount of water coming down called falls! For going to the falls also we need to do rock climbing! Argh... my leg was paining so badly! Thanks to Guru,Sonali, Suchi, Varsha and Priyanka. They literally pulled my hands and got me down there.. It was great fun treaking ... falls I was not that impressed with it [ After seeingJog nothing seems to Impress me!] After that we traveled to visit the tea estates. Ah... it was really beautiful, the way they laid down the roads in between them and the way they have trimmed it was so BEAUTIFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/R9rFDOAIPfI/AAAAAAAAAYA/h-ndG-E0VZI/s1600-h/zig+zag+zoo%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/R9rFDOAIPfI/AAAAAAAAAYA/h-ndG-E0VZI/s320/zig+zag+zoo%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177667380704722418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day we set off to Kuruva Island! It was not like this island types... but still nice. We have to cross the water to visit the place. We all held hands and was standing in a big row and moved slowly. I was praying I shouldn't fall and thank god I didn't! But I could see Sumi fell, while she was taking pictures! It was slippery ... and our guide helped us move on! But really I must say.. it was too good :) After my Coorg trip, I crossed water again! After crossing we wear walking in some -forest-look-alike- place and was walking walking walkin... and finally reached the end! there was only tress and the island by the side... Already we were tired crossing the river.. so we in a hurry to reach the end point! I did some tea shopping there and left to the hotel for bon-fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day we went to Edaikal caves. Well, I couldn climb as it was too steep and slippery... already down with fever i had to stay back mid way! My friends said it was too good... but one should take a risk to climb the mountain! Am sure I missed it! Thats okay :(  Then we went to Pookote Lake. Lakes' are always beautiful and so did Pookote! We took pictures, did a lot of shopping and set to Calicut again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/R9rFlOAIPgI/AAAAAAAAAYI/TaepG814mqg/s1600-h/Pookote+lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/R9rFlOAIPgI/AAAAAAAAAYI/TaepG814mqg/s320/Pookote+lake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177667964820274690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we missed out on some places due to lack of time, we didn't bother much cos the place we went were so damn BEAUTIFUL and nice! It was just nature and nature's painting all the way! Hope I get to visit the coastal places too! Kerala is definitely a G.O.D's own country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Wayanad?? ...... am coming back for sure! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smiling ever :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sharu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Post Script:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pictures taken by Sharanya C.R. [myself:D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-5240881934957780722?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/5240881934957780722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=5240881934957780722&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/5240881934957780722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/5240881934957780722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2008/03/wah-ya-naadd.html' title='Wah- ya - naadd!!'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/R9rF2-AIPhI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/hWe-OKgu_mM/s72-c/wayanaad+view+point.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-2324972586301442217</id><published>2008-03-14T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T10:38:41.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chennai all the way....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;1. Chennai shares the second position as the largest employment&lt;br /&gt;generator in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;, along with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Bombay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;.  It is next only to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Madras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; generates around  35,000 jobs annually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;2. Chennai has the highest two-wheeler population in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;3.     Chennai has the lowest pollution among major cities of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; inspite&lt;br /&gt;of having over 20 lakh vehicles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;4. The city is now called the Detroit of India due to its automobile&lt;br /&gt;industry producing over 40% of the country's auto parts and vehicles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;5. Chennai is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;'s fourth largest city and ranks among the fifty&lt;br /&gt;most populous cities in the world (#35). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Chennai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; as ranked First in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; in Health facilities by Outlook in&lt;br /&gt;2003. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;7.  Chennai was ranked First in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; in Education facilities by Outlook&lt;br /&gt;in 2003. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;8. Chennai was ranked the second best city to live in by Outlook in&lt;br /&gt;2003. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div face="georgia"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;9.  The Mofussil bus stand at Koyambedu, Chennai is the largest in South&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Asia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div face="georgia"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div face="georgia"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;10. Chennai is the best place of cinema post-production work in the&lt;br /&gt;country according to leading cine industry experts.  Because of its&lt;br /&gt;cheapness and all modernized technologies, several post-production works&lt;br /&gt;forthe movies from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Eastern India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; and also from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;North-East India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; are now&lt;br /&gt;being done in Chennai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div face="georgia"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div face="georgia"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Madras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; (Chennai) old facts........... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div face="georgia"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div face="georgia"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Ø  Gateway of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;South India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div face="georgia"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div face="georgia"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Ø  Cultural capital of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div face="georgia"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div face="georgia"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Ø  Marina Beach is the second longest beach in the world, after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Copacabana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Rio de Janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Ø  Has one of oldest engineering and medical colleges in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Ø  Has the second largest cine industry in the country, next only to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Bombay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Ø Chennai is the home of South Indian cinema.  There were times when&lt;br /&gt;all the post production work in the entire South Indian cine industry was&lt;br /&gt;done only at Chennai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Ø  The Vandalur Zoo in Chennai is the First Zoo (1855) in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; and one&lt;br /&gt;of the largest in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;South Asia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Ø  The Cancer institute (1920) in Chennai is one of the Oldest in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Do you agree that .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; Chennai is the Best?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;smiles -&lt;br /&gt;sharu:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-2324972586301442217?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/2324972586301442217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=2324972586301442217&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/2324972586301442217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/2324972586301442217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2008/03/1.html' title='Chennai all the way....'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-3567897257157538748</id><published>2008-03-08T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T02:35:49.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell and bondings :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am nearing to the end of my college days...A Big bye to my college&lt;mop!!&gt; n to my rocking Journalism class:) I must say it was wonderful being with my class. Everyone in my class is united and friendly! Being in Media Department of our coll&lt;/mop!!&gt;&lt;mop!!&gt;ege, a class with much unity and without much diffe&lt;/mop!!&gt;&lt;mop!!&gt;rences of opinion seen is rare. And our class holds the title of "A CLASS WITHOUT ANY ATTITUDE" ! This was said by most of the teachers who handled us. And I think this is one of the truest statements told!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to have differences of opinion but we will make sure everyone has a say and come to a proper conclusion. We can never feel lonely or left out in my class. Your group of Friends are absent, you can move to another group and they will happily welcome you. This is what I like about my class...!&lt;/mop!!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/R9ZSROAIPbI/AAAAAAAAAW0/CYeKGx0lpNg/s1600-h/farewel+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 219px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/R9ZSROAIPbI/AAAAAAAAAW0/CYeKGx0lpNg/s200/farewel+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176415277478854066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;mop!!&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farewell:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farewell happened after loads of confusion &lt;/mop!!&gt;&lt;mop!!&gt;and finally we got it from our juniors in Madras Centre,Nungambakkam. Our theme for the day is Hawaiian and I could see flower garlands a&lt;/mop!!&gt;&lt;mop!!&gt;round my classmates. Most of us were in floral clothes! And yea we looked good :P It was a nice time to bond for the LAST time with each other and have fun! We played .. danced ... sang and also cried. &lt;&lt;not&gt;&gt; I didn't feel that much that day as I knew there was still a lot of time. But now, its just 3 more days to go! And I am feeling bad that we are all moving apart. I will miss my class and my friends more than anything else in the college! Only thing I can be sure of is the memories that I have ... that I can cherish with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in School people used to say... "nothing like school"... "college all chumma dhan"! But I really feel college has made a huge difference to me. I was not the person seen in school. The real me is what I am today! My class, my friends, my college is what I will miss the most in my life! It can never be brought back! I just hope we all stay united till the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/not&gt;&lt;/mop!!&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Sentiments*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharu :)&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/32400837-3567897257157538748?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/3567897257157538748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=3567897257157538748&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/3567897257157538748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/3567897257157538748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2008/03/farewell-and-bondings.html' title='Farewell and bondings :)'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/R9ZSROAIPbI/AAAAAAAAAW0/CYeKGx0lpNg/s72-c/farewel+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-6281090500634231396</id><published>2008-02-25T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:17:17.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-incarnation</title><content type='html'>I've realized I went too busy for two months and had completely forgotten my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;December went to Bangalore (As usual &amp;amp; had so much fun for new year!) More as a farewell to akka no.2..(my dear gayathri... ) from akka 1(The very young Vidya), Bava no 1( architect Prabhu), naughty niece(rowdy taarika), chamathu amma(oota palli uma:D) and me sitting in a corner and obsessed with taking pictures of myself (Read: Having a toast,combing my hair, serving the dishes, showing my teeth and e.t.c)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;January went happy shopping with akka alais the lovely bride gayu! Shopping was crazy &amp;amp; everyday we used to go some place or the other and at some point we literally got bored of shopping! (imagine bored for 'us' - the shopping lovers!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also in January went to Wayanaad (College trip...!!) Had amazing time with my class.. I enjoyed to the core (even though I was ill! :( )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beginning of February was my sister's D day. Marriage ended smoothly and as usual had lots of fun with cousins and friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Later in February was held up in Current Affairs club inauguration. Got the highest blasting's ever by HOD ... She shoke  hands with us (the awesome threesome - Priyanka, Saranya and myself) twice and told the same!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The same day evening got a mild attack - Sowmya's accident! (Shocking incident! Can't forget!Of course she is okay now sitting and reading my blog!) :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister left to US&gt; N I was giving extra litres of water to River Cauvery. (Missing you so much....!) I acted over confidently that I wouldn't cry and commented only 'children' cry n stared crying after a few hours of the above statement. I am missing her like hell! One of my most favorite closest person ever whom I share 'everything'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mood out... Pathetically did my internals and here I am resuming my blog!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Will continue to blog... I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live &amp;amp; Kicking,&lt;br /&gt;Sharu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Post Script: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Happy New year 2008 * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I know its too late!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-6281090500634231396?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/6281090500634231396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=6281090500634231396&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/6281090500634231396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/6281090500634231396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2008/02/re-incarnation.html' title='Re-incarnation'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-4631829328892631262</id><published>2007-11-22T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T06:09:01.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A MESSAGE....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;----------&gt;I H.A.T.E P.E.O.P.LE W.H.O H.A.T.E C.H.E.N.N.A.I&lt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Post Script:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't hear any more of people complaining of this city. For all those people who don't like this semi-conservative beautiful city, please don't tell your feelings to me about the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-4631829328892631262?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/4631829328892631262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=4631829328892631262&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/4631829328892631262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/4631829328892631262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2007/11/crappy-mess.html' title='A MESSAGE....'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-7602047087080503209</id><published>2007-11-04T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T09:31:35.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prestige</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'The Prestige' is this &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(English)&lt;/span&gt; Drama, Sci-Fi &amp;amp; Thriller movie combination. As usual dad brings these director specials, specifically movies not released in India. When dad told its a mix of the above said I was thinking whether to watch it or not. Being a Sunday and no work to do, I thought I would watch it. I had no other ways to fight my boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prelude: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is about friendship that became rivalry, a rivalry that became a battle.... All this for the cause of magic and illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the movie....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie started of with an old gentleman showing magic to this little girl. He says "There are 3 parts to Every Magic Trick ... 1) The Pledge, 2) The Turn, and 3) The Prestige!"...... He does all the magic and brings out this bird from no where.... and says "are you watching closely baby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the movie MUST b watched closely to understand the tricks and more tricks that you would least expect in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mo/theprestige_clips250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mo/theprestige_clips250.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is about two close friends, Angier&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Hugh Jackman)&lt;/span&gt; a charismatic showman  and Alfred Borden&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Christian Bale)&lt;/span&gt;, gifted illusionist who work under a magician Cutter&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Michael Caine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; During one of their shows Angier wife dies in a performance unexpectedly because the magic went wrong. Angier puts the blame on Borden cos he didn't tie the knot properly, which he was supposed to, that will save the magic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Borden moves away and performs his magic in the London. They both are obsessed with bringing out the best stage illusion. Angier tries to crack Borden secrets and Borden on the other hand tries not to tell the secret at any cost!! Angier is always seemed obsessed with Borden's performances which he thinks is brilliant but simple. He sends his assistant Olivia&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Scarlett Johnasson)&lt;/span&gt; to work for him and to find out his secrets. Borden appoints her and knows the truth as well. Olivia tells the truth after seeing Borden's work. She falls in love with him in spite of knowing Borden is married to Sarah&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Rebecca Hall)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;These two women plays an important role in the film along with two men Fallow and Cutter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of Borden's show of ' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Transported Man&lt;/span&gt;' where the magician comes on the other side of the door immediately, without falling down quizzes Angier how he did that. Without the possible routes, how he did that 'real thingy' and not magic being involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes to all the famous magicians in the country and ends up in to this man to find out Borden's illusion. He buys this '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;magnifying transmitter&lt;/span&gt;' from a magician named Tesla who duplicated the device after the rivalry with Thomas Edison &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Yes, the movie being shot at that early time!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borden on the other hand acts as this 'super villain' role where he believes  that 'My magic is original, and I won't let it known to others even at the cost of his closest'! The tricks done by Borden and his attempts to destroy Angier's magic is thrilling to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As their rivalry becomes an obsession of deceit, they risk everything to become a great magician of all times. What happens in the end brings the movie to the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The climax is unusual, un-expected and super!! I am in loss of words. You just can't imagine that 'such' a thing would have happened. I just wished to have the brains of the director!Amazing...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie starts with showing Borden in jail. And the end shows the same with an unexpected turn in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why Cutter says in the beginning, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;are you watching closely&lt;/span&gt;'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hugh Jackman as Robert Angier: An aristocratic magician with a talent for performance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christian_Bale" title="Christian Bale"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christian Bale as Alfred Borden: A working-class magician with an understanding of magic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael Caine as Harry "John" Cutter: The stage engineer who works for Angier&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rebecca Hall as Sarah Borden: Borden's wife&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scarlett Johnasson as Olivia Wenscombe: Angier's assistant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Bowie" title="David Bowie"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David as Tesla&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: The real life inventor who creates a device for Angier&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Epilogue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is based on a book written by Christopher Nolan who is also the director of the film. He is best known for three movies &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memento&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Our very own tamil film Ghajini!)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batman&lt;/span&gt; series and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Prestige&lt;/span&gt;! The movie was released in 2006(not released in India!!) and was nominated for two Oscars and won several other awards. I think everyone must watch it for the suspense and thrill that the movie creates. You just can't surely miss it! Though its a slight drama, as and when the movie goes am sure one would love to see what happens in the end. I swear I have not seen such a movie in my life time though I repeat the same when I see a director's special move!!But this is extra-ordinary! The actors are JUST BRILLIANT and have no words to appreciate them. Though there are only some 5 main roles, they have done a great job and the movie is FANTASTIC. I recommend all the readers of this blog to watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sMiLeS,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shara :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-7602047087080503209?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/7602047087080503209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=7602047087080503209&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/7602047087080503209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/7602047087080503209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2007/11/prestige.html' title='The Prestige'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-957155781864378899</id><published>2007-10-25T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T10:51:28.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ek shaq's raaste mein....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ek Shaq's by Abhijeet Sawant...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Recent favorites, listening this song over 100 times a day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Even though I don't understand the entire song properly, Abhijeet makes ME feel good by this song! He is the only INDIAN IDOL who deserves the title!   Amazing a voice. Listen to it &amp;amp; here for the lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/a0be32f2-8cf3-4098-b8f5-50a29bfcbeab&amp;amp;theName=Abhijeet Sawant - Ek Shaqs&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf" height="94" width="328"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; padding-left: 2px; text-decoration: none; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold;" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;amp;objectid=a0be32f2-8cf3-4098-b8f5-50a29bfcbeab"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 7px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/a0be32f2-8cf3-4098-b8f5-50a29bfcbeab/Abhijeet-Sawant---Ek-Shaqs/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 7px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;amp;cid=player_dna&amp;amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;         eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ek shaqs raaste mein kahin choot gaya tha&lt;br /&gt;us haadse ke baad, yeh dil toot gaya tha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Woh shaqs jiske kaandhe pe sir rakhe mein soya&lt;br /&gt;seene se lagke jiske kayi baar mein roya&lt;br /&gt;jiski zulfon ke khusboo mein raaton mein khoya&lt;br /&gt;jis jism ki barsaat mein yeh jism bheegoya&lt;br /&gt;Ek din kisi baat pe jab woh rooth gaya tha&lt;br /&gt;us haadse ke baad, yeh dil toot gaya tha&lt;br /&gt;Ek shaqs raaste mein kahin choot gaya tha&lt;br /&gt;us haadse ke baad, yeh dil toot gaya tha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Rehta hoon qaid abhi jiski yaadon ke pehare mein&lt;br /&gt;hai labz jiska zinda meri baahon ke ghere mein&lt;br /&gt;jiske khwaabon ko maine neend mein sanjoya&lt;br /&gt;jiske ashqko ko maine apani ankhon pe piroya&lt;br /&gt;Ek din kisi baat pe jab woh rooth gaya tha&lt;br /&gt;us haadse ke baad, yeh dil toot gaya tha) - 2&lt;br /&gt;Ek shaqs raaste mein kahin choot gaya tha&lt;br /&gt;us haadse ke baad, yeh dil toot gaya tha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ek shaqs raaste mein kahin choot gaya tha&lt;br /&gt;us haadse ke baad, yeh dil toot gaya tha&lt;br /&gt;Ek shaqs raaste mein... raaste mein&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*music lover-shara*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-957155781864378899?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/957155781864378899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=957155781864378899&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/957155781864378899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/957155781864378899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2007/10/ek-shaqs-raaste-mein.html' title='Ek shaq&apos;s raaste mein....'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-9028484852073884906</id><published>2007-09-20T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T04:41:27.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chennai automen - Most irritating people in the world!!</title><content type='html'>I've got sick of these Chennai auto - men! They are the 'real criminals' in the whole world. In fact we all encourage them by giving them money. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[being criminal no2 ourselves]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incident no 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; After the meter rule, i took an auto in Kodambakkam. From there to Mylapore, he asked me 80 bucks!! I asked to put meter, as they have imposed the rule. His reply,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Government rule vepan, vekamaatan... ada po ma... ellaruma meter vachikuta irruganga"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like dragging him to the police station... I kept on bargaining, he came down from 80 to 70. I left, and try looking for another auto. Then he came for 60. Due to personal reasons had to take that B****Y AUTO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incident No 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; From Alwarpet to Mylapore, Rs. 50 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him, what nonsense...its too much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/222/514891726_4477d3be33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 268px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/222/514891726_4477d3be33.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reply,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Petrol velai eriruchu ma, idhu correct aana vela"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [am supposed to say that a*****e]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's was raining, I was still waiting for an auto who asks for the correct Rupees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much arguments with this auto who came next, I went for 25!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What the B****y?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really a 'sad' issue! From the day 1 in my 'chennai' life I've never seen a guy put on the meter. They commit a crime without any fear of government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact in Bangalore, Hyderabad and all they put meter and follow a proper system... Here only they fuss for everything! From switching on the meter to wearing helmets, they don't stick to any rule properly! They will say the 'rule is on' and the next day 'rule is off'!! For the auto issue it's still worse! It came in the end of the page 'a two column importance'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel, our government should act like a 'Head-Mistress'....being very strict and putting things in order..! But am sure this can all be 'only' a dream! Who is sincere and dedicated in this world to expect the government to be?! It happens even in the class for a project?!How many of them work sincerely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a all, in a class project people will work in the ration of 2:4 or 2:5!! How can I even expect government to act like that! When i was reading constitution paper this semester, my friends n I even planned to file a case against this! And you know, it all ended up only in discussion!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 'change' in this to come to pass.... I dunno how many years it will take...! Lets see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*sUrViVinG mE*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sharu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Post script:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish all the people who read this blog, fight against this &amp;amp; help make a change... Thank you:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-9028484852073884906?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/9028484852073884906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=9028484852073884906&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/9028484852073884906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/9028484852073884906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2007/09/chennai-automen-most-irritating-people.html' title='Chennai automen - Most irritating people in the world!!'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/222/514891726_4477d3be33_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-7144479625063174549</id><published>2007-09-05T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T10:52:06.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blore Boulevard - the broken beauty:-(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, Well, am gonna write about something I really loved. I mean the word L.O.V.E.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful place in Blore &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[If you'd ask me, I would say the most beautiful place I love to be!] &lt;/span&gt;With trees on the side, benches to have romantic talks, for the old man to view the other side of the city, a dream of a girl to join Times of India which is right opposite to where she's seated&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[You can take a guess!!] .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you guessed yet?&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;   *Mg Road Boulevard in Bangalore*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The boulevard is gonna be no more.. They have already started demolishing it. During my internship the issue of demolishing it came up. After 5 years of metro rail project talks in blore, they are gonna start their work! That too in the place of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; boulevard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/Rt7sqFAeMlI/AAAAAAAAABo/_vjwRyoFeXM/s1600-h/IMG_0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/Rt7sqFAeMlI/AAAAAAAAABo/_vjwRyoFeXM/s320/IMG_0549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106779235127538258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself and another reporter when to do vox-pop[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice your views]&lt;/span&gt;.I saw so many people having myriad memories of that place. Am sure the people there would miss. But its really sad[pathetic!] to see the tress being cut down, the road being emptied and on. I felt like 'gawd, they are killing it, killing it in front of me'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One might think what is so special in that place? The answer - it feels heaven! I remember going to that place often when I was a kid. My dad lowes Mg road, he often takes me and my sister for a walk there. I didn't realize the beauty then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when I grew up, again the three of us went. My dad always had something nice to say when we walk there. We used to sit in those benches, look at the traffic, other happenings and chat about his nostalgic memories with his friends there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good you know. The place is very old and been in Bangalore for ages. I heard so the British wanted to put up the lane on the other side of Mg road.  It's a landmark for Bangalore. Mg road being one of the busiest and happening place in the city, this place is noticed so much. With busy traffic in one side, other side a beautiful lane of trees and benches on the side! Can you imagine a place like that now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it rains you have place for shelter, when it's too hot also its the same. Sweet talks, old memories, a walk from there to cubbon park.... Gawd am gonna miss it so much. Am sure my dad will miss so much more than I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The St. George Cathedral in Nungambakkam, Madras gives me peace. It's the same for me in Bangalore. This place gives me peace, it's not that I don't have in home or elsewhere. I can see peace, feel it in the midst of so much traffic and noise, it makes me feel so good like how an early morning walk in the beach is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to dream sitting in that place, thinking may be few years from now, I should meet my Mr. Right and spend some time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[BG-ne amridhadhare song]&lt;/span&gt;, then after a few years bring my friends to spend some nice time, and then with my family and on. It might sound stupid, kiddish or even dramatic! But that's not all it is, its the way nature &amp; beauty makes me feel!:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though people say, after the construction they will planting trees and re-constructing it again. But that's all gonna be after 5 years from now! I dunno where I will be, I dunno if the old charm can be brought again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I have with me now is the *memories*memories*memories*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I dream now---It will be back one day:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Signing off:-&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;sHaRa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-7144479625063174549?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/7144479625063174549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=7144479625063174549&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/7144479625063174549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/7144479625063174549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2007/09/blore-boulevard-broken-beauty.html' title='Blore Boulevard - the broken beauty:-('/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/Rt7sqFAeMlI/AAAAAAAAABo/_vjwRyoFeXM/s72-c/IMG_0549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-2444502730817649274</id><published>2007-08-26T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T08:51:40.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st bday!</title><content type='html'>It's been a year since am blogging! Great.. I hardly hold few things for this much time! I must say, it's cos I love writing:) Hope i continue the same!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yay*yay* Happy bday too my blog!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*shara*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-2444502730817649274?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/2444502730817649274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=2444502730817649274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/2444502730817649274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/2444502730817649274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2007/08/1st-bday.html' title='1st bday!'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-4841162009753696825</id><published>2007-08-26T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T08:47:14.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I like being a girl?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Few reasons why I love being a girl:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I love myself this way - a girl:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just love accessories, you should see my collection!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;[ore eyes everyone one my earring collection!!!:(] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love to wear bangles, earr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ings, fingerings, anklets and lots more of JU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;NK! I just loveeeee itttt!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/RtGgXFAeMkI/AAAAAAAAABg/s_4QrRTij6s/s1600-h/awesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/RtGgXFAeMkI/AAAAAAAAABg/s_4QrRTij6s/s320/awesome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103036171129074242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love P.I.N.K! That sums up all I guess:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Salwars, Skirts, Saree....I luv them all... Clothes are too lucky for girls I guess!!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rapunzel- what is she famous for?And I love that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Girls given special importance E.V.E.R.Y.W.H.E.R.E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can even drive without license... suupaaahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Crowd following;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;L.i.p.g.l.o.s.s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Too much protection from guy friends!Ain't that nice?;) Feels damn good!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mehendis....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Love to be dad's girl:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chappals... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Blore the best place to buy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;G.O.S.S.I.P, Secrets ... without this GIRLS won't exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can smile a lot in difficult times than my dad &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Guys in that case]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Super support for many men in this world&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Even for girls]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Behind every man's success there is a women" -  &lt;/span&gt;I believe in this!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*signing off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;~shara~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-4841162009753696825?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/4841162009753696825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=4841162009753696825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/4841162009753696825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/4841162009753696825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-i-like-being-girl.html' title='Why I like being a girl?'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/RtGgXFAeMkI/AAAAAAAAABg/s_4QrRTij6s/s72-c/awesome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-1694011446808157274</id><published>2007-08-18T10:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T10:47:34.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedroom'/><title type='text'>I luv this!</title><content type='html'>I love this picture below, which I've taken. I never knew my room can be so beautiful!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/RscwglAeMjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/uiPvIYhHM3Y/s1600-h/IMG_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/RscwglAeMjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/uiPvIYhHM3Y/s320/IMG_0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100098439268414002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ya say??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-1694011446808157274?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/1694011446808157274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=1694011446808157274&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/1694011446808157274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/1694011446808157274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-luv-this.html' title='I luv this!'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/RscwglAeMjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/uiPvIYhHM3Y/s72-c/IMG_0254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-5520541032803676831</id><published>2007-08-18T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T08:00:56.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My days in 29C</title><content type='html'>My days in 29C is amazing!!! 29C is this bus-route that travels from Besant Nagar to Perambur. I take from Mylapore to Gemini. In my first and second year I travel in bus. Now am slightly missing the fun in bus!! But still I have those lovely memories traveling in 29C.  With great people around me, I always loved it that way. The fun times, the gossip&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[lol]&lt;/span&gt;, the enjoyment .... woooo I loved it... Here I pen down,,... why I love traveling in 29C!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en-commons/thumb/d/d7/180px-Chennai_mtc_bus_inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en-commons/thumb/d/d7/180px-Chennai_mtc_bus_inside.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waiting in the bus stand and see the crowded 29Cs pass by&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes I see guys on top of the bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then wait for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gali &lt;/span&gt;bus to arrive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Show tata to other friends in the bus stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fighting for the window seat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over lowes agi&lt;/span&gt;, asking friends to sit in the free seat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Esp dhiv, so cheet she will ask others first and then sit, if she gets one:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But sometimes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over discussions agi&lt;/span&gt;,  someone will occupy by that time:D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then.. Gossip **;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making fun of other people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The idushals and ishals;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The vetti talks by sar, pri, dhiv and me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes panda also joins;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The model who traveled with us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[oh yea...he participated in Mr.Chennai!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How we used to fight... seeing him;) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[hope he doesn't read this!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vetti scene 2 by listening to music&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[ipod!!]&lt;/span&gt;.... me and pri oly!!sar n dhiv exceptional!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passing comments at those mammis gossip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Discussing 'Hindi' serials... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[the smart guy who comes in love story:)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passing comments on other college girls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Overhearing our juniors bitching about teachers;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nice talks with other department girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The serious times - during exams, serious mugging up in the bus!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lovely morning sleep near the window seat, I see sar sleeping most of the time!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes watch huge fights happening in the bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then I pray to god, that the driver shouldn't ask us to get down, as it might get late to college!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing cheap men, hitting a woman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also see some nice men helping women and old people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am still searching the lady who flicked my mobile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I realize then, How much I've cursed her after the bad happenings!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is she alive??;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remembering those 'brave' moments done by my friend!;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laughing over 'somethings' quietly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the end, showing TATA to my friends after I get down, I will wave till I can see them n vice versa! I dunno why, sar also have told me, I love to show tata, with nice big smile!!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lovely times!! I miss it in my final year!! Maybe I should use it now and then to have fun with my friends... I know I won't get it back again...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lowes,&lt;br /&gt;Shara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-5520541032803676831?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/5520541032803676831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=5520541032803676831&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/5520541032803676831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/5520541032803676831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-days-in-29c.html' title='My days in 29C'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-1463934521069204572</id><published>2007-07-12T07:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T07:59:30.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I love me:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-a8.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;channel=432345564228969384&amp;amp;site=widget-a8.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=0&amp;sk=0&amp;amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=432345564228969384&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a8.slide.com/p1/432345564228969384/bb_t000_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;amp;tt=0&amp;sk=0&amp;amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=432345564228969384&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a8.slide.com/p2/432345564228969384/bb_t000_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, am in love with myself for this:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I luv photography:) N these pics r very special for me:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-1463934521069204572?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/1463934521069204572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=1463934521069204572&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/1463934521069204572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/1463934521069204572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-why-i-love-me.html' title='This is why I love me:)'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-2281077680542034317</id><published>2007-07-12T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T06:40:36.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions of a driver!</title><content type='html'>6.15 am, She wakes up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30 am, she takes her scooty from the shed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.32 am, she starts for her college...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will take 20 min to reach to her college...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she drives slowly and always keeps this in mind "Keep to your left"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near Mylapore signal, tension arises for this poor girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rickshaw men drives slowly in the middle of the road,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyclists tries to over take her and other four wheeler drivers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auto men tries not to put the INDICATOR when they move left or right,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks, what is the purpose of the 'indicator'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four wheeler drivers never puts down their ego, and never follows two wheelers even during times of traffic congestion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four wheeler drivers always wants to over take them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently she guesses, its because its below their dignity to follow a two wheeler!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearing Cathedral road, she finds these POKIRI guys, who goes zig - zag zoo in the roads,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to show their driving or zig zooing skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks its because of a series of women's college in the same lane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearing Gemini flyover, she finds college girls, flying their dupattas and driving impatiently to avoid signal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also finds the same with office goers especially four wheeler drivers who never wants to wait during signals,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks, how can they expect to keep the cars moving in a cosmopolitan city like MADRAS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets reminded of Bangalore traffic, where its much worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thanks GOD at that moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lost her patience completely with the non-supportive members of the road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She feels like, "should have I gone in bus today, instead of taking my bike?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She answers to herself, "No no am not gonna get harassed today!!" [LOL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks at the people reading this blog, and thinking whether they guessed who 'she' was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, your right, its ME! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*signing off,&lt;br /&gt;                    Shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-2281077680542034317?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/2281077680542034317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=2281077680542034317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/2281077680542034317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/2281077680542034317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2007/07/emotions-of-driver.html' title='Emotions of a driver!'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-4889945698188313320</id><published>2007-07-12T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T06:17:57.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INJUSTICE BEFORE MY EYES</title><content type='html'>The poem below, is one of my favorites until now. There may be errors but the time when I wrote this didn't have experience. I haven't modified until now and kept the charm of the poem how I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember writing this poem in my 8th grade, in my Biology lab class (*times in rosary*), where I was waiting for my turn to see something through the microscope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic, would make you people realize that am sounding like this activist or something.. lol.. But its not, the poem is purely imaginary and its not written to hurt anyone's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more happy thing about this poem is that I have posted this in a journalism website and if you google my name or topic you can read the poem there also:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Have a look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Injustice before my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a pity!&lt;br /&gt;For that man,&lt;br /&gt;He's dying out of suffering&lt;br /&gt;"Pain, Pain",he cried&lt;br /&gt;He is whipped for a&lt;br /&gt;wrong judgment!&lt;br /&gt;He was dragged to the king,&lt;br /&gt;His family was left alone,&lt;br /&gt;People were standing around&lt;br /&gt;his wife and children,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gave them a helping hand!&lt;br /&gt;She went away weeping,&lt;br /&gt;crying, she left her soul behind...&lt;br /&gt;I was badly ashamed!&lt;br /&gt;"It was a sin", I said to myself!&lt;br /&gt;This thought made me think,&lt;br /&gt;How bad I was,&lt;br /&gt;For I was a judge who got a bribe!&lt;br /&gt;As I think back why,&lt;br /&gt;Why did I do such a sin?&lt;br /&gt;For I didn't have anything to win!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*S.H.A.R.A.N.Y.A* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-4889945698188313320?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/4889945698188313320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=4889945698188313320&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/4889945698188313320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/4889945698188313320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2007/07/injustice-before-my-eyes.html' title='INJUSTICE BEFORE MY EYES'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-2249303139069012448</id><published>2007-06-24T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T08:11:42.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To see is also a sin....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/Rn5lCvIaq9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/neqnjYh8vOo/s1600-h/noise+exh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 199px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/Rn5lCvIaq9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/neqnjYh8vOo/s320/noise+exh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079608527406410706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, am back again to write something about that really amazed me during my internship in Bangalore, in ANI (Asian News International)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back ground information:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ours is a Broadcast news agency. This year for the journalism students, we are suppose to do it in broadcast media so that the students have a hang of all medias and see how each works differently. last year I did it in Print, so i already have a hang of that! So this time, after much searching and praying I got through this organisation. I did many stories for them and saw how stories are done in different manner. In the first few weeks I was asked to accompany my reporter and see how stories are being done. One story really struck my mind and made me unforgettable as it was such an awesome attempt! It really amazed me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And now the story....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our reporter, cameraman and me went to Max-Muller Bhavan in CMH road, Blore to cover an exhibition by Blank Noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blank noise is a volunteer-led, public and participatory arts project that addresses street sexual harassment or in simple terms - E.V.E Teasing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time they came out with an exhibition containing clothes of women worn during sexual harassment, pictures of women being harassed, videos of harassed woman, audios of discussions of sexual harassment and interestingly a mock video of a news reader, how she reads the news of eve-teasing cases and how a man comes and harasses her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the exhibition was mind blowing with the background noises of women and the mood of the room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart form the exhibition display, if you look at what they call eve - teasing is;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Staring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rubbing in the crowd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passing comments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Touching&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making lewd gestures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whistling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pinching&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, women can even sue or taken legal action against them if the opposite sex does any of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Section 354 says,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Whoever assaults or uses criminal forces to any women intending to outrage or knowing it be likely that he will thereby outrage her modesty shall be punished with imprisonment of either description for a term which may extent to two years or with fine or with both.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If a guy even stares at you for more than minute in a cheesy way, then almost every other guy will be in jail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how many has the guts to stand up is my question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many has the courage to slap a guy if he harasses, or does any of the above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many has the courage to walk to the police station to lodge a complaint against the man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while we have been either a silent victim and a mute spectator! It is not been noticed as a C.R.I.M.E as it has been granted normality due to its sheer daily occurrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every woman in a way has been sexual harassed. Either in a bus (which is the most-common), or while walking in a street or any way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people argue that it is due to the some urban women who dress half - naked and they are the cause for these eve-teasing! Thats definitely true in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But men cant escape by singing the same old story. If you look at the ratio, more of rural or innocent women or girls who wear proper clothings also gets harassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder whether these sicken men do these kind of heroism - look - alike things to girls who look innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once saw an old man doing cheesy stuff to this small school girl, my friends who were with me in the bus did see, but no one had the GUTS to stand up and slap that guy. I felt really ashamed of myself that day. I felt am a total loser who didn't have basic guts to stand up for that girl, I thought then "How will I be a journalist then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember this incident which happened to my friend while we were traveling in the bus.  She was wrongly accused by a drunker  who kept on telling that the other guy harassed her. But the truth was no one harmed us and he was wrongly accusing that poor man. As the fight continued to get louder we then knew they were actually talking about us! My lovely friend (whom I appreciate her for her GUTS in everything) stood up and shouted at him saying if anyone has harmed us, we know better than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that ******* drunker was thrown out of the bus. If she had not openly said that, he would be harassing or insulting us in way. Thanks to my friend who did that with so much of courage! *appreciations*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If every woman stands up for her rights like her,  there will be NO MORE of this torture and we can move around freely with all eyes on something else and not on every other guy, who keeps staring us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow think, this will be a dream.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I should start praying for some ANNIYAN to arrive to do away with these people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*surviving me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post script:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The above written is not to hurt anyone's feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The above picture is taken in the exhibition - display of clothes of women worn during sexual harassment.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To have a look at the Blank - Noise blog, visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blanknoiseproject.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.blanknoiseproject.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-2249303139069012448?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/2249303139069012448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=2249303139069012448&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/2249303139069012448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/2249303139069012448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-see-is-also-sin.html' title='To see is also a sin....'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwPZuKq_GNk/Rn5lCvIaq9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/neqnjYh8vOo/s72-c/noise+exh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-3785378927964296424</id><published>2007-06-20T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:18:28.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no c!</title><content type='html'>Its been months since am blogging! I have become very lazy!For some days I was not in town.... Some days I didn't have the mood to write, for some days I was sitting idle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I didn't do anything! Thats the whole point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take an oath, that i shall blog when ever i am vetti..... n thou shall pen my thoughts always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frm,&lt;br /&gt;lazy shara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-3785378927964296424?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/3785378927964296424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=3785378927964296424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/3785378927964296424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/3785378927964296424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2007/06/long-time-no-c.html' title='Long time, no c!'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-543030339070290643</id><published>2007-03-31T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T22:00:40.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cricket, a sport or game for money?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Blogging after a long time i guess.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So lazy, so boring, so busy..... 3 good reasons enough to explain why I wasn't blogging:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lemme kick of with what I wanted to say....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cricket...... Am sure the sport is worshiped more than being seen as a game.... We can see people doing crazy &lt;de&gt; things for those cricketers....&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;And one of ma dad's frd, did something called.... Cricket ganesha! &lt;extreme&gt; But this time it was utter failure.&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;They made a fool of themselves! All media attention on them.... including the ADS, n they come without the cup, without even reaching the next level....&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;How amazing it is, apparently this is their first worst walk out from the world cup! The worst part in the INDIAN cricket team is sachin!&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;phew i hate him..., I think he is an over rated batsmen... There are so many other good players they could have taken this time chucking him. As he had a bad record for the past few years.&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;Injustice! They treat saurav, sewag, kaif in a different way when they are not performing, but sachin they hardly even talk about his bad performance....&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;He has got 0... no he has got nothing against Sri Lanka, why don't people make fuss about this?&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;He was playing well, but now its the other way round... I strongly feel he should retire!&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;And its so not fair blaming only Rahul Dravid, making him as the skape - goat. The team should be answerable for their entire BAD performance out there in Windies.&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;Sometimes I wonder what the media was doing? Sleeping? &lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;Why didn't they ask any questions regarding the team when they left to the Windies? They didn't ask any questions, didn't give any importance of how the team is going to perform, what are the steps being taken and on on.... &lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;And now they wait for the Indian team to answer their questions! How will they? After being embarrassed so much, how will they even open their mouths?&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;I did my Broadcast internship in Bangalore, in ANI. I was asked to go for this press conference where Kapil Dev was heading it. He had come to inaugurate the NCA for the year 2007. After the inauguration is over he said he wont answer anything regarding the Indian team or world cup 2007!&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;Still we managed to wait for him for almost two hours to come out of his room, and then he says I wont answer anything regarding that. But he told just one statement, good to use for our script! &lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;Well, its not his duty to answer it, when the team itself is not ready to answer. &lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;However, they have 'proved' their powers to the Bangladesh team, winning both the tests and the one - day trophy. &lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;But still, the real challenge is when they play with un-beatable teams like Kiwis, Lankans, Australians and on.. &lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;Now they are gonna play against the Ireland, where they lost against them(also) in the world cup.... We will see how seriously they take up the matches from now on..&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;Until then, I sign off!&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*sUrViViNg Me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;de&gt;&lt;extreme&gt;&lt;/extreme&gt;&lt;/de&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-543030339070290643?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/543030339070290643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=543030339070290643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/543030339070290643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/543030339070290643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2007/03/cricket-sport-or-game-for-money.html' title='Cricket, a sport or game for money?'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-116827111914052132</id><published>2007-01-08T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:56:00.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New beginning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is ma first post this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007.... Sharanya CR blogging! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[ Guess thats what I meant in the above line:D] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see a person who gives mokkai to themselves?? Well, Don't break your head too much, thats me!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme get to the topic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 has come.... 2006 has gone. I have loads of fond memories of last year to cherish! I also have the other one too! My college life last year was fantastic! Guess only from 2006 I've started liking college and my class! Thats because it's ma second year! I became close with many people... gotto know them more and yea freaked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had ma photography classes ma previous semester ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Guess i blew the trumpet already in one of ma blogs!] &lt;/span&gt;I loved 'em like hElL!! And yea it was also a time of bad memories which kept haunting me, aishu and sar!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Note aishu:-HAUNTING:D guess u got it!] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads n loads of good things happened in 2006! It ain't a bad year at all! I miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year kicked off with great things! I thought I would have the most saddest birthday as someone is not there to celeb this year along with me! But then loads n loads n loads of surprises&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [Hey sar n ice am not meaning wat u guys did to me:D I know I will be kicked for that!]&lt;/span&gt; , gud things happened to me! OH I lOvE it! Unexpectedly people who ain't close with me wished, which actually made me feel so so so good! And of course unknown members of orkut flirts too sent me e-greetings!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Ok thats nice...I accept!] &lt;/span&gt;The start of 2007 is actually nice.... I hope to see it cont till the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year was awesome! Spending or rather celebrating new year with my ENTIRE family members was gr8 this time! Of my 19yrs, this is the first time I actually in the ACTUAL sense celebrated new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had ma sis's, bava, cutie niece, ma mom dad of course this time! Well well, I actually take up honors for making my sweet lil cutie taaru happy by playing the silliest of the silliest games along with her! I was happy that I made her happy, she was happy 'coz I played with her! So ore family bondings dhan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When every year passes by, I ask a question to maself whether I have made any resolutions?!? Answer would be no! I don't remember moi making any resolutions these many years. During my childhood I remember teachers telling asking all the students to take a resolution, or rather take up some bad habit of urs and asking them to cut off next year! Resolutions was only that much to me! Just to know what is what and say to myself 'fine shara idhu unnaku othu varathu!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like me shouldn't take up such things! I consider it as dumb&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Note:- "I"] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will be like, "sharanya wat resolution this time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Atleast this time cut off your *DASH__*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on...! I can hardly even keep a secret... and they expect me to take up such things and expect ME to cut off the 'wateva'?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year atlast I made one. I know definitely I can make it, or rather I do without it! Its nothing but to stop watching scary movies!! This I made after the 'so' wonderful experience with ma college pals! I know very well i can keep up this promise 'coz Iam the won who is 'bowled out' so badly, so obv that I will not watch or rather take risk again! **Periya Kumbudu**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then //shara// is unpredictable! There is something called 'Curiosity' which literally             K I L L S       H E R ! So the resolution is not yet //approved// fully! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Remembrance of political issues] &lt;/span&gt;So lemme give a +ve note at the end of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to 2007... .... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is gonna b a confusion n work loaded year for me! Well well, my second year will come to a close in another 3 months, Then I will&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[hopefully] &lt;/span&gt;be in third year! I need to look up colleges for my PG, first of all I need to D E C I D E what am gonna do for my masters! Hell with me!                   D E A R     G O D,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;(Wake me up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;~~Wake me up inside~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;(I can’t wake up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;~~Wake me up inside~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;(Save me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;~~call my name and save me from the dark~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;(Wake me up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;~~bid my blood to run~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;(I can’t wake up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;~~before I come undone~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;(Save me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;~~save me from the nothing I’ve become~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;now that I know what I’m without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;~~you can't just leave me~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;breathe into me and make me real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;~~bring me to life~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;--~~Courtesy:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evanescence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;With hopes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;Shara - The eva smiling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-116827111914052132?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/116827111914052132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=116827111914052132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/116827111914052132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/116827111914052132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-beginning.html' title='New beginning!'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-116625757202730019</id><published>2006-12-15T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T07:45:26.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Movies - YUCK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me blogging after a long time I guess!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,  Its because of me ...lazy me! I so wanna write every time I login, but then, you know, I never really had the mood! I waited to see if I get, but then I realized 'I am lazy' and that's the whole problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok whateva! Now me here, writing about the thing I get scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared of dark! Even if am in good mood, and power gets cut in the night, I can't sleep anymore! I wake up my sister next to me or call my dad or mom if she ain't there! I've heard tales, that ghosts come in the night, blah, blah blah, blah blah blah and on.. So darkness always scares me no matter what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lemme come to the point! I watched Ring, Exorcist two weeks back. My loving pal, Chandini called us for an horror mansion! Basically, Am a dead scared gal! Would you believe me I if'd say, I got scared seeing jyothika's eyes in Chandramukhi? And I didn't sleep for two days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People laughed at me! But it's me! Scary kid! Still kid!:((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take the fear from me, so tried to watch many scary movies to get away from it. But in the end, I ended up watching none! As in people, would tell what's gonna come and I'll close my eyes! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[ hee hee ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, however I didn't wanna take a risk, I didn't wanna watch and have sleepless nights! But curiosity kills me!  Sowmya have told many times to watch ring, I never took a chance. Many of 'em told me that it would be scary, but like I told you, curiosity kills me! And with group of friends you know, you never get scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's true you never get scared when your with them. But once you get back home, 'nee galli d mavalle'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [ lol :p ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we watched, Exorcist - The beginning, It wasn't scary, except for the last few scenes where, unexpectedly you know that the girl is demon possessed instead of someone you were thinking of is! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[ Like I know what you did last summer, where the dummest of the guy will be the killer ]&lt;/span&gt; And you know , she would get the most disgusting face on earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted to see Exorcist Part II- Thats where the girl comes, who sits in her room, and shouts FCUK ME all the time and walks upside down! YUUUCCCKKK!!! I've already seen the movie once and didn't sleep like for a month properly and had bad dreams the entire year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With many discussions and quarrels they decided to watch Ring! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[ I kept saying no, and yes, minority loses:( ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I watched the movie and chand would hint me, when the most scariest scene comes! I hated the movie completely. The pictures seen, when it goes  like a wave. I know to make that trick in photoshop! And what ever picture I take and even slightest of the blur comes, I get scared like shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the movie had a different angle, I didn't even felt like appreciating it! Duuuuuuhhhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;After watching I didn't sleep for days, the day I saw the movie, I asked ma mom to sleep next to me! The next day priya was there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[ by god's grace, she was back from Bangalore!] .&lt;/span&gt; Like this, a week passed by, and now my chance to sleep alone. But I actually slept that day happily 'coz of someone! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks to that person&lt;/span&gt; who made me laugh the whole day, otherwise I wouldn't have slept at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, certain things in that movie makes me scared and you know, feel disturbed! Not only these movie, other scary movies too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Scary movies shouldn't be scary' &lt;/span&gt;at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen 'End of days', where its more or less a battle between Satan and God! But truly it wasn't scary at all! Infact, people who have a 'moving faith' can get more if you actually watched it!! No disgusting faces, no creepy sounds, nothing of the 'scary movie' sort! Why don't directors take something like that! Why always have some 'shit-look-like' face and stuff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more, why all the ghosts are all females?? And why it's  all kids btw? Why shouldn't smart guys and pretty gals be the 'ghost one'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why always they make the kid dress up in some white frock not even a frock, a long dress and they having long, black, thick hair! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[ Now only these people want dark haired gals, illana wonly blondes!!:/ ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There is saying in tamil, children are a form of God, god's favorite! And these people make them devils! Ma gawd! I don't know, how their mothers make their children act like this! If at all, I send them like this, I don't feel like talking or even kissing them after this! Duuuuhhhhhhhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think scary movies should have smart guys and beautiful gals and make them wear colorful clothes , so  that no one gets scared! And one more thing, they shouldn't have faces that makes you puke or have sleepless nights! If at all, you wanna have do so, but blur them up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stop making kids act!!! The gal, who came in Ring, was cute and I couldn't see after that! I think young people or  middle aged people to be made act in those roles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, scary movies shouldn't be scary at all! I made my point clear! There is only a slightest different between 'scared' and 'sacred'! Let movies be taken in the second style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't made any new year resolutions as of now, But my first resolution that comes to my mind now is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Shara your not gonna watch scary movies from now'&lt;/span&gt;!! This is not just a next year resolution, this gonna be my life-time resolution as I know am never gonna grow up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[ In this matter esp!! ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CREEP NOTE:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~~After watching such shit movies, we were back to college the next                                            day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I was obsessed so much with that movie and gals in ma class new  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'ve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;become crazy! Someone drew a ring in ma note book and when I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after sometime, I started to panic! I don't who drew it, it will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;either &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me, did something without knowledge - sub conscious mind or my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pals, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who watched the movie along with me to make me scary, as they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; am one hell of a scared person! I don't bother much as I know, that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will be either them or me!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Post Script:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want people to comment saying 'ayyehh shara getting scared for this and all huh? or 'cha these movies weren't scared at all' and stuff like this! Mind you, I've told already Iam a total total easy-to-be-scared person! So don't guys and gals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-116625757202730019?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/116625757202730019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=116625757202730019&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/116625757202730019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/116625757202730019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2006/12/scary-movies-yuck.html' title='Scary Movies - YUCK!'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-116417636896612187</id><published>2006-11-21T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T01:05:52.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vetti post  - 1</title><content type='html'>Hellloooovvvaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a vetti post! So don't bother to comment! Am sick and off from college for 3 days! It bloody makes me sick. To sleep, take tablets, eat &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;[liquid food only:( :( ]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; and sleep again! Aiooooooooooo am so bored!! Lord save me!! College ponnalum bore, pollanallum bore!!! Enna kappathungallen!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;[Its sounds like a ad reco... hee hee] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else???? I have noting more to say!!! See ya in the next vetti post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;~~Surviving Me~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-116417636896612187?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/116417636896612187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=116417636896612187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/116417636896612187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/116417636896612187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2006/11/vetti-post-1.html' title='Vetti post  - 1'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-116340303505191821</id><published>2006-11-12T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T03:30:58.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karupa dhan ennaku puducha coloruu!!!:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Karupa dhan ennaku puducha coloruu - I think my title will you guys an answer of what am gonna write now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I like black? or karupu? ........ I've been the person who always liked only fair guys and even I once used to pray to Lord "God gimme a fair and handsome guy as my future X". I used to site aduchify only fair pasanga&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Boys!:D]&lt;/span&gt;, that time!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Now also I do...but;-)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now things have changed, over the past few years &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[i.e, 3 years!!]&lt;/span&gt; I've been seeing dark guys! Who ever told dark guys don't look good! Kill them!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[ahem...it looks like a play dialogue!!:D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;HOW IT ALL STARTED!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started 3 years back in school! It was during a sports day time! Guys were practicing for 'march past' ! There used to be this guy called 'swami' alais SAMMY!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[as called by the two fans!!]&lt;/span&gt; who used to shout like hell during the practice, that is he calls out 'attention ' , 'right' blah blah blah. They would be practicing in the road, and we sitting in the class can hear him 'crystal clear'!!! So the two fans&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[none other than my twin soul - SOW n My SG - SUNU]&lt;/span&gt; used to run and see him shout! I will accompany them, And once when I did, I noticed this tall, dark guy in the first row marching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all!!! Ore lowes after that! All my life I sighed only fair pasanga and not even a single dark soul! This guy was a total 'heart attack' to me! All my school days I was sighing him and also got KING SIZE mokkai's from him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pavam, even SUNU got mokkai's from him, but she is very bold, she too gave QUEEN SIZE mokkai's to him in front of many people!!:D..... hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme cut that unnecessary stuff! Apart from me havinhg likings for dark guys, there are few other of my friends too who like dark pasanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sow&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[The greatest fan for dark people]&lt;/span&gt;, Dom [came to a conclusion after talking to us that 'Dark guys are only beautiful'], Maggs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Doing the honors by sighing a dark guy like me for a long time]&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;HOW WE STARTED A COMMUNITY&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We girls went really crazy that, myself and sow started a community in orkut called "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dark is beautiful&lt;/span&gt;" We tried publicizing  it too much  but in vain 3o  people only joined. How cruel the world can be .... only 30 people in this Orkut world like dark people!!!  Its very sad! And guys also note that the community is note for loving of dark guys, its about everything, racism and everything!! So don't mistake us for starting only for dark guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=13329706&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join the community if your one of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;HOW AM STILL CRAZY&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've become a crazy bear going nuts about male crazy bears. Even in Girish Karnad's - Hayavadana, I liked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[rather loved]&lt;/span&gt; Kapila more than Devadutta!! Even after stanza's like 'Devadutta apple of the eye, fair, handsome' I liked Kapila "dark,muscular, smart" introduction. I don't get the poin&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7437/3541/1600/danny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 267px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7437/3541/320/danny.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t of me being changed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy in the left is my recent lowe. He is the dark guy whom am totally crazzy abt!! Well, if you don't know he is Daniel balaji...... Chance eh illa! I liked Vettayadu Villayadu wonly because of him! Though he is a bad villain, I like him!! My only recent goal is interview him atleast by the end of next issue of Yuvasakthi!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Our coll newspaper guys!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank Mr.Prem alais PK for making me like him, thats why am liking dark guys now!! Thanku PK, if at all you are reading this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all about dark lowes people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: The above written doesn't mean that I like only dark people and hate fair guys! It's just that I started to like dark guys more:D Avalodhan!!:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-116340303505191821?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/116340303505191821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=116340303505191821&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/116340303505191821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/116340303505191821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2006/11/karupa-dhan-ennaku-puducha-coloruud.html' title='Karupa dhan ennaku puducha coloruu!!!:D'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-116214087144261498</id><published>2006-10-29T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T02:26:59.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orkut World!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Orkut Orkut Orkut!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Almost every college student will be a part of Orkut. Like every other, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;even I joined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[After much of compelling from anantha]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It seemed a new place for me. Having seen only Yahoo n rediff chat, this looked all the more exciting for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The scrapping i.e, going to your friends profile and leaving a mess!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[which almost pissed me off now]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Writing testimonials i.e,  telling sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[or sour:p]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;things about your friends and getting requests from a whole gamut of unknown guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS IS ORKUT&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;First it seem a lil fun for me, getting to know different kinds of people - basically guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[or rather flirts]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then I started having trouble. Or rather I should say I got bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;n the beginning, I used to login several times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[Even three times a day]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;having pictures in album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[of course mine!!] ,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;crapping the whole day and increasing my scrap count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[hee hee:D]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;begging people to write testimonials, asking them to be fan.....and the silly blah blah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But after a few days, loads of news started coming that having pictures in album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[ of You!]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;is leading to disastrous things such as morphing and so on...!! I Took them immediately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* &lt;span&gt;This is one of the reasons I got bored and pissed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is scrap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; [or the CRAP thing ] thingy! Where your profile is public and everyone can read your scraps! Any guy in the ORKUT world can read what people have [commented] told you. In simple words, what ever you talk becomes public. For eg, If your friend comments that you had a bad hair today in the party, the whole world would know "you had a bad hair in the party".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;* The second reason for getting pissed!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third is, innumerous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[seriously]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;requests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[FRIEND requests]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;from unknown guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[as am a gal it would be other way for guys]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. Am sure it wouldn't be this much of a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[burden!!]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As i told, in the beginning when I put my picture, I got lots of requests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[Not because am beautiful or I dunno] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;t was such a disgusting thing, where people add you because of you beauty or whateva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People would say "hey you look beautiful, can I be your friend"&lt;br /&gt;[What the DASH]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or "hey you have lovely dimples, add me as your friend"&lt;br /&gt;[God, I can't stand this]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then thought, may be I should remove my picture. Even after the requests still flows. I made my profile too long, so that people get bored soon and adjudge me as a boring gal in town and wouldn't send requests!! But unfortunately, it didn't happen that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another guy who says, "Hey you seem interesting, went through your long profile, can we friends?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;[Bloody you know my profile is long, why did you read it!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote 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bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;* Third reason for me getting pissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I thought I should keep a Full stop for this thingy which I completely disliked. So I wrote in my profile, that if you guys don't know who am i Please don't send requests! I will be denying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No use! Still I get requests [ But def reduced than before]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the requests thingy is a little fun.  You would get many funny requests,&lt;br /&gt;Eg,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey you seem interesting", "Iam so n so from so n so place, I live in a hostel, Can we be friends?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Crazy guy, why is he even mentioning he lives in a hostel! I never mentioned I will add guys who live in hostel]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another guy says, "Hey can we be frds, don't ignore me saying -I won't accept strangers - After all everyone who was born was a stranger, but then we became frds only with those strangers and now we call them friends, so its like that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[**Yawn**....**yawn**.... A request or a lecture???]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual requests says, "Hey am new to orkut, I want to have friends, so will you be mine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[You joined just to make friendship with gals or what??]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Another usual one, "Add me as your friend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[ How demanding!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Before I used to add&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[only a few!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hat too only if its regarding a photography discussion!! I must say this.... I got real good friends, whom I added who have photography interests &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[ like moi] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They help me .... in the sense, gimme advice, comment and do loads!! I have to mention names of certain people - Siju(stupid idiot jobless useless - his display name!!),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Chandru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Chubby chandru as he calls himself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Soundar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(who always keep asking me about journalism n photography!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sharanya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(a vis com student, where we discuss abt PG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, Swathi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(very interested gal in journalism, who keeps me asking stuff about it!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, Alok's cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(oops forgot ur name !!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Who is interested in journ.... These r few gud people i remember!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I added them, only coz of their interest towards the subject!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[ok... it doesn't mean I add every other guy now who asks me about photography or journalism;-)!!] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And they were pretty decent!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OK ..... I keep complaining about Orkut! Why am I still here then??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My reasons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* Because I got in touch with my schoolmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;       - Like I became good pals with soyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(aka Syed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, Navashee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(aka Prem Navaz!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, Setup srini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(aka Srinivas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, Pachathala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Aka harish)[Any many more school guys!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, Sruthi, Savitha, Kavya, Priya, Vani, Girisudha, Praveen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(My childhood pal!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, and many more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[Note:- I could rememb only few names, Pl excuse me I I'd left out a few!]&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Have to say that orkut made me talk with those whom I'd never spoke with and it made me find my old pals too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* Because certain communities are interesting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* Because am the moderator for one community!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[ where we have a whole lot interesting things&lt;/span&gt; happening]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Because I need to change my community name like sleeping st.john's and stuff when they don't interact and keep momming them around!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* Because friends have written testimonials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[ I get to know what they think of me]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and will     more!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* Because Myself and sow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;[My twin soul]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;are always upto something! Like our new plans is to start a community for Priya mam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[Our lowing english teacher!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, To also start a community saying 'We had latha mam'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[Our Comp Sci mam]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and another one saying 'We miss Kumar G' &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[Our Chemistry sir, who passed away last year]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* Because we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[myself, sow and domi]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;want to make 'First love mokka club' community a world rocking ...oops orkut rocking community and truly beleive that most of us [lowes] would be a mokkai for the first time!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* Because my old crushes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;[Or what you call as puppy love]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;re there am trying make them notice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[ME:D]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Trying give them a new impression!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[Supposingly good:p]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* Because my sister is there, and I get immense pleasurein pulling her legs!! Shez damn cool a sister!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* One big reason will be, Orkut is damn addicting!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[I wonder even cigar n alcohol can be this addicting ! -Ok this doesn't mean I drink or smoke or doesn't mean whether you should know whether I drink or smoke!!!:D]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;This makes me stay in Orkut! Even when I want to delete, somehow this interests me! Dunno Y!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now a days I don't login much! But still I keep doing some shit in orkut! Like I told you, It's addicting!! This makes me stay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But things like morphing, getting requests from strangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[who join themselves in 'cheesy' communities!]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and terrorists and doing all sort of disastrous things scares me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am now, trying to be safe and little clever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[which I forget to do at times:p] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I rarely login or talk only with people whom I know. I am in orkut only for known friends and some unknown friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[Who were mentioned above] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can you one thing, If your really bored or pissed, join Orkut! It's a place for the Vetti's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[one of the reasons why am still there:D] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Orkut is for the Vetti World!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;NOTE:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Above written is how 'I see Orkut'!! I haven't mentioned any names according to the code of conduct and off the record information which I learnt in journalism;-) Hope this is only meant to read in the mood of enjoyment! If I had hurt anyones feeling, I apologize for the sake, It's written only to my knowledge - unintentionally;-) Oh yea one more thing, I have to mention that not all guys are like *that*, Only a few bad guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-116214087144261498?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/116214087144261498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=116214087144261498&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/116214087144261498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/116214087144261498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2006/10/orkut-world.html' title='Orkut World!!!'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-116210733905464643</id><published>2006-10-29T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T04:27:48.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Poem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;This is my first poem! A true poem! My poetry inspiration was my friend Mahima. I remember the day where we used to sit together and do our home work&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;[even though we were studying in different schools]&lt;/span&gt; Once when we where doing this together I finished my HM early. She wanted me to stay at her place. It was so boring for me that time and I wanted to leave. Then she asked me to write something about her. I thought ok...whatever... I got a work... so I penned down my thoughts about her. So here it is guys! It might sound kiddish! It will be so as I wrote it when I was 11 or 12!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A Poem for my loving friend - Mahi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Mahima is my friend,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She is so sweet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She is cute,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But not a dirt.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She is cool,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But not an ice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She has a figure,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But she’s not poor!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She is tall,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But not a ladder.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her eyes are black,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But she is not black.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her heart is clean and white,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But she is not a snow girl.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She is an ice-cream,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But she doesn’t melt!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~~Shara~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Note: I wanted to make it rhyming as I've always learnt poems in that way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-116210733905464643?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/116210733905464643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=116210733905464643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/116210733905464643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/116210733905464643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-poem.html' title='First Poem!'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-116210570397130503</id><published>2006-10-28T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T03:06:34.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Diwali....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This year diwali was just another day for me. Usually my years of diwali was this fun n frolic types. But this time nothing of the sort happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Morning myself and my sister woke up early and burst some crackers. Just for the name sake!! Surprisingly this time i was afraid of bursting cr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ackers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;usually  am="" not="" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I was trying lit the cracker for a long time. My sister got pissed and she kept!&lt;/usually&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;usually face="georgia" am="" not=""&gt;&lt;/usually&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;usually face="georgia" am="" not=""&gt;This happened for a long time!! I am usually burst with great enjoyment and infact always await for the D day to come! I dunno i got bored!&lt;/usually&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;usually face="georgia" am="" not=""&gt;&lt;/usually&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;usually face="georgia" am="" not=""&gt;Is that because I getting older and getting bored? Or Is is that am afraid? Or Is is that my elder sister and my niece didn't turn up and we didn't have "the gang" to enjoy?!&lt;/usually&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;usually face="georgia" am="" not=""&gt;&lt;/usually&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;usually face="georgia" am="" not=""&gt;I dunno!&lt;/usually&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;usually face="georgia" am="" not=""&gt;&lt;/usually&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;usually face="georgia" am="" not=""&gt;In the midst of this fighting that whether i should burst or she, Rains started!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After a long prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;from chennai="" city="" people=""&gt;&lt;/from&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; from Chennai ladies&lt;/span&gt;] rains showered!! It spoiled the entire show. &lt;/usually&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;usually style="font-family: georgia;" am="" not=""&gt;&lt;/usually&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;usually style="font-family: georgia;" am="" not=""&gt;This always happens. Every year rains would come only on the diwali day! But this time the pour was slightly more than the usual years!&lt;/usually&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;usually style="font-family: georgia;" am="" not=""&gt;&lt;/usually&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;usually style="font-family: georgia;" am="" not=""&gt;We went back and watched TV!! Interviews, talk shows, new movies and blah blah would fill the hours in every channel!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[We had a pass time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;thanks to="" all="" the="" tv="" channels=""&gt;]&lt;/thanks&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/usually&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;usually style="font-family: georgia;" am="" not=""&gt;&lt;/usually&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;usually style="font-family: georgia;" am="" not=""&gt;Evening was pretty ok! We had our dear friend Priya who had come B'lore to accompany us! Photo session started! I took my camera and &lt;/usually&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;usually style="font-family: georgia;" am="" not=""&gt;experimented the setting and tried ever shit &lt;/usually&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;usually style="font-family: georgia;" am="" not=""&gt;thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this;&lt;/usually&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7437/3541/1600/chakra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7437/3541/320/chakra.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;usually style="font-family: georgia;" am="" not=""&gt;Late evening we went to the terrace to see the night shots or rockets or whatever you call it!&lt;/usually&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;usually style="font-family: georgia;" am="" not=""&gt;&lt;/usually&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;usually style="font-family: georgia;" am="" not=""&gt;We took some Noruku thenni&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[A tamil slang for snacks!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/usually&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a word="" for="" snacks=""&gt; and saw the beautiful lights!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;usually style="font-family: georgia;" am="" not=""&gt;&lt;/usually&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;usually style="font-family: georgia;" am="" not=""&gt;This is diwali is no special or excitement for me! Over the years Diwali = Fun for me! I think Myself and gai missed Vids n taarika this time. Am sure we would have had great time! That's Ok, There is always a next year!&lt;/usually&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-116210570397130503?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/116210570397130503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=116210570397130503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/116210570397130503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/116210570397130503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-diwali.html' title='This Diwali....'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-116158667958939240</id><published>2006-10-22T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T00:20:00.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One two Three....... CHEESE:-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If your wondering what am gonna write........ Its Photography..... My Photography journey this semester!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was this girl who don't even know a single thing about cameras and photography. I remember those days where i used to click pictures pathetically!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;&lt;lolz&gt;&gt;&lt;/lolz&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Once my bava asked me to take a family pic&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(with my parents or rather his in laws, sisters &amp; wife etc)&lt;/span&gt; They were giving a nice and a natural pose. I clicked! I thought it would have come a bit okay... But then when i saw..I was laughing my guts out... The subject(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my family)&lt;/span&gt; is in the right side corner of the photo. Half of my bava's body is cut. The left side is chairs and the empty wall. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(see how pathetic i was)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was that bad. I had no interest. Like these people used to give interviews &lt;blockquote&gt;From my early age itself I started looking at pictures....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing of that sort. I used to flip magazines. I just admire the places and ask my dad to take me to those places. That's what photography was to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But over the days, things have changed. Even in may, when I knew I had photography, I didn't jump to the sky or any sort. I kept quite. The least thing which I did was begging my dad to buy me a good camera&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(that to 'coz everyone in my class had!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3rd sem started... And classes began. My mam gave us a huge list of photos to be taken by the end sem. I was wondering, with no knwoledge in photography what am I gonna do. I kept thinking. Myraid of thoughts went through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mam gave us our first assignment. It was to do a profile of a person. Brain childs  of our class thought different ways. I thought I will do my father's friend, who is a journalist. I took pictures. This is the first time I want to try different angles to potray a person. The first time ever am touching a camera for a purpose of its own! I took lots of pics and tries to potray him differently. I submitted my assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days I got 8 on 10. I was pretty happy. I thought for a first trial this is too good a mark for me! She has written they angles and composition were really good! She did appreciate my article too. But that was usual! I've been writing for long and getting appreciation for something not connected with the subject didn't make me happy or feel good sort! Anyways she has written 'Good Work. I was happy for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later our mam started giving assignments and submissions dates for the BIG ONE! We need to start our real work! First she asked us to submit "Monument, culture &amp; heritage". I had no clue how do I start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then my friend Ananthalakshmi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(aka ananthu!)&lt;/span&gt; said we will go together and click pictures in Mylapore. She is one person whom i can never forget&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(In terms of photography)&lt;/span&gt; I would say she is my greatest inspiration in photography! The times with her, I saw how she clicked pictures, how she liked the subject, how she tried different angles and loads and loads!! She taught me in the beginning the major stuff- foccussing, about the main sub, aperture &amp; shutter speed setting and stuff! I learned most from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I started taking pictures and I tried various stuff with my camera. The passion... the love grew! More and more I took pictures with her, I knew more. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(hoi am talking somethin abt u de!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a lot of monuments and culture stuff for our submission! When the prints came, I was flying in the air! I was up somewhere. I hear people say its "too good shara" I loved the pictures which I took. I put them in an album and went to college!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day in class I got loads of compliments from my classmates and friends! I felt as though am in the top of the world! I got too much praises that day.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Which is something usealy now.....hee hee;-) LOLZ)&lt;/span&gt; Even my mam loved the pics, she approved most of my pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that point of time, I took special interest in photography. I tried loads of ways to make my pictures look best! I tried harder and harder. I read books on photography&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Thanks to my dad)&lt;/span&gt; I read how famous photographers tried many ways and blah n blah....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to take lots for her to choose and approve. All those which is approved goes in to our BIG ALBUM! I was too happy! Most of pictures were approved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew i was doing great! Yes, I was. After taking pictures under various categories, we need to prepare for our album&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Which contains 50 marks!!!)&lt;/span&gt; Mam told us "The pictures and your presentation matters" It kept ringing in my ear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted my album to be the best! I worked harder on it and did quite well. But when i finished it, I thought i didn't put my 100% I thought "no shara, this is not you" I kept on thinking i would have still done better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to college with a sad face!Anantha's album was first seen in class first. Everyone said her's is nice first!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(No offence to you, Even I liked yours)&lt;/span&gt; I was a lil worried. I worked harder day and night to make my album look the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I showed mine, all of them said Mine is the best. I was on top again. But i was a lil afraid. Because its our mam who is gonna mark us and not my classmates. People even told I am the one who did the best and deserves full marks!! But getting appreciation is good and feels great, but still when the concerned person tells, is something different and thats really happiness&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Acc to me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw my album. She smiled.... She flipped through fully and smiled for my "funny captions".&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I loved it though...)&lt;/span&gt; I saw her eyes. I wished i culd turn a mind reader! I could guess few of her reactions. I knew she was happy. But stil.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she saw. She said "Sharanya good work..... Its very nice and you have lots of potential in this.. Keep it Up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy. Too happy infact! I was on cloud 9! But the thing i wanted was to get full marks or first mark! She told the same things to two of my other classmated too! I worked hard to get the best. I don't know even if she put full marks for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed in God... I submitted it Lord and said "Lord i did my best, I believe you take care of the rest" My head started to break. I wanted to desp to know marks. I didn't have the guts to ask her personally too! What if i didn't get the full marks? What if she'd scold me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't take any longer. But hank god after too much of pressure from our class&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(to know our marks)&lt;/span&gt; She said she will call out. After calling all the people's mark, she said three of them has got full marks - AnanthaLakshmi,Sharanya and Sonali! I was on top! Indeed high! I was so so so so so so so so happy!!! Happy i call it understatement! Something out of the world! I was too too happy!!! I said a small thanks to the Lord while mam said me somethin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next big day is to face our external! What that man is going say? What marks will i get? And other stuff starting running in my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day came atlast! People who went first said he asked 'that' he asked me 'this'... Some questions was too technical...blah...blah...blah! Thats All.... I was gone! I thought "govinda govinnnnndddaaa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckly nothing of the sort happened to me! When i entered, he said "very good presentation, too good a work, You are capable and can do more .. You even make a good career out of it!" He evn asked me if i had learned photography befor&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I was laughing inside thinking of the days mentioned above!) &lt;/span&gt; He liked it so much that he even forgot to ask me technical Questions. I showed my document and wanted him to ask. But he said "not neccessary, good job, Thank you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was satisfied. It is like getting an award for me! An award i needed after 3 months of hard work! I never had the times of getting first mark or rank! I was this average student until school! But when i came to college i worked harder to achieve those! I never knew myself I had talent in this subject! If i didn't take journalism, I wouldn't have explored that i have this talent. Balraj said one day to me "God is making you show your talents to you and others" Yes, its right! He showed me something that i didn't even imagine that i would have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, i can even make a career out of it! I evn have plans to do my Pg in photography! Let me see where i end up! I must thank anantha to set the roots right, my dad for giving so much of money to do this most expensive course and for the support which he gave and My lord, who showed me that i have something like this in me! Thank you everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something which i can never forget! Now am standing in a pose of one two three.... CHEESE! But no one is here to click me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-116158667958939240?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/116158667958939240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=116158667958939240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/116158667958939240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/116158667958939240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-two-three-cheese.html' title='One two Three....... CHEESE:-)'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-115832318167699930</id><published>2006-09-15T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T07:14:54.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vande mataram!</title><content type='html'>September 7th,2006 makes &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vande Mataram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - 100 Years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our college, we sang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vande Mataram&lt;/span&gt; :-) on sep 7th around 11 a.m(if am not wrong!!)In the midst of boring classes(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;)the college announced the need to sing!:-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I presenting some (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dum&lt;/span&gt;) thingy on biomes!! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;which is not even connected with my subject!!imagine my plight?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;). They then announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i sang, I had so much of pride and made me feel so so proud of my country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I LOWE INDIA!!! I just love my country...............! The only thing i want to sacrifice my life would be only for INDIA!And only mother India deserves it! I will do anything for my country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vande mataram!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vande maataraM &lt;br /&gt;sujalaaM suphalaaM malayaja shiitalaaM &lt;br /&gt;SasyashyaamalaaM maataram || &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shubhrajyotsnaa pulakitayaaminiiM &lt;br /&gt;pullakusumita drumadala shobhiniiM &lt;br /&gt;suhaasiniiM sumadhura bhaashhiNiiM &lt;br /&gt;sukhadaaM varadaaM maataraM || &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Koti koti kantha kalakalaninaada karaale &lt;br /&gt;koti koti bhujai.rdhR^itakharakaravaale &lt;br /&gt;abalaa keno maa eto bale &lt;br /&gt;bahubaladhaariNiiM namaami taariNiiM &lt;br /&gt;ripudalavaariNiiM maataraM || &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tumi vidyaa tumi dharma &lt;br /&gt;tumi hR^idi tumi marma  &lt;br /&gt;tvaM hi praaNaaH shariire &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Baahute tumi maa shakti &lt;br /&gt;hR^idaye tumi maa bhakti &lt;br /&gt;tomaara i pratimaa gaDi &lt;br /&gt;mandire mandire || &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;TvaM hi durgaa dashapraharaNadhaariNii &lt;br /&gt;kamalaa kamaladala vihaariNii &lt;br /&gt;vaaNii vidyaadaayinii namaami tvaaM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaami kamalaaM amalaaM atulaaM &lt;br /&gt;SujalaaM suphalaaM maataraM || &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ShyaamalaaM saralaaM susmitaaM bhuushhitaaM &lt;br /&gt;DharaNiiM bharaNiiM maataraM |"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The meaning:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother, I bow to thee!   &lt;br /&gt;Rich with thy hurrying streams,   &lt;br /&gt;bright with orchard gleams,   &lt;br /&gt;Cool with thy winds of delight,   &lt;br /&gt;Dark fields waving Mother of might,   &lt;br /&gt;Mother free.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory of moonlight dreams,   &lt;br /&gt;Over thy branches and lordly streams,   &lt;br /&gt;Clad in thy blossoming trees,   &lt;br /&gt;Mother, giver of ease   &lt;br /&gt;Laughing low and sweet!   &lt;br /&gt;Mother I kiss thy feet,   &lt;br /&gt;Speaker sweet and low!   &lt;br /&gt;Mother, to thee I bow.   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Who hath said thou art weak in thy lands   &lt;br /&gt;When the sword flesh out in the seventy million hands   &lt;br /&gt;And seventy million voices roar   &lt;br /&gt;Thy dreadful name from shore to shore?   &lt;br /&gt;With many strengths who art mighty and stored,   &lt;br /&gt;To thee I call Mother and Lord!   &lt;br /&gt;Though who savest, arise and save!   &lt;br /&gt;To her I cry who ever her foeman drove   &lt;br /&gt;Back from plain and Sea   &lt;br /&gt;And shook herself free.   &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Thou art wisdom, thou art law,  &lt;br /&gt;Thou art heart, our soul, our breath  &lt;br /&gt;Though art love divine, the awe  &lt;br /&gt;In our hearts that conquers death.  &lt;br /&gt;Thine the strength that nervs the arm,  &lt;br /&gt;Thine the beauty, thine the charm.  &lt;br /&gt;Every image made divine  &lt;br /&gt;In our temples is but thine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou art Durga, Lady and Queen,  &lt;br /&gt;With her hands that strike and her  &lt;br /&gt;swords of sheen,  &lt;br /&gt;Thou art Lakshmi lotus-throned,  &lt;br /&gt;And the Muse a hundred-toned,  &lt;br /&gt;Pure and perfect without peer,  &lt;br /&gt;Mother lend thine ear,  &lt;br /&gt;Rich with thy hurrying streams,  &lt;br /&gt;Bright with thy orchard gleems,  &lt;br /&gt;Dark of hue O candid-fair  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In thy soul, with jewelled hair  &lt;br /&gt;And thy glorious smile divine,  &lt;br /&gt;Lovilest of all earthly lands,  &lt;br /&gt;Showering wealth from well-stored hands!  &lt;br /&gt;Mother, mother  mine!  &lt;br /&gt;Mother sweet, I bow to thee,  &lt;br /&gt;Mother great and free!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Translated by Shree Aurobindo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOWE INDIA..............................:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-115832318167699930?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/115832318167699930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=115832318167699930&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/115832318167699930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/115832318167699930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2006/09/vande-mataram.html' title='Vande mataram!'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-115764130971710567</id><published>2006-09-07T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T21:58:44.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wil they eva understand them?</title><content type='html'>MONEY MONEY MONEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is all everything for few people. Money minded people always think, if i throw a few hundred thousands i can get anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do - They have their master! They make bad use of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day i saw this tamil movie where some bomb blast or something happens in a rice field!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! Won't they think how difficult it is for the farmers to work and see it getting  destroyed??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u throw money, is that equal to the effort they put in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitly a BIG no! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people like this??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAn't they use a set or something for things like this... If u throw money u can statisfy their needs for a few days but not every day and their heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like a work place for them. They do it for us! They work like day/night for the rice to come up really well and it's for us!They really put in a lot of hardwork! They put their heart and soul and people destroy it like in a minute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if these people think they do all this for us, They wil stop doing something like this! Because people need it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know is it that necessary for these people to use a field for a villan or the hero flying in the air?! And the fields get destroyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony is that they show a farmer(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a co-actor!!&lt;/span&gt;) crying seeing the fields get destroyed. Oh mi god! Check that out?!?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam sure this is the scene that happens in real life too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they can show in reel life, why the hell these people can't understand the real people's feelings? Their hard work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all the 'cinema people' should stop using the field for this purpose! Some movies they show really good scenes of the fields where the hero n heroine is dancing (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;!!~~Much better&lt;/span&gt;)I think thats fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma request to these people will be, Show the World the unknown parts of the world. Make them feel good about it! Discover places and show reality! Don't show bitter stuffs, and hurt anyone's feelings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will they ever understand them??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-115764130971710567?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/115764130971710567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=115764130971710567&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/115764130971710567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/115764130971710567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2006/09/wil-they-eva-understand-them_07.html' title='Wil they eva understand them?'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-115678137304656402</id><published>2006-08-28T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T09:09:33.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sari day:-)</title><content type='html'>Today was Sari day in our college...... All pretty chicks looked like ladies today!!;-) So wil i be exception?!.....lolz..... Moi too in sari....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did'nt want to initially...But then moi frends were pretty keen that i wear a sari.. And yea definitly i want to be in sari....Am 18 and studying in one of the most coolest college, definitly i want to show off...;-)....ahem ahem **....:-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to suprise moi frendz and got all dressed up in an orange with black sari.... Asked ma dad to get droped.... Thought of getting down in the college in a car.. Like a Queen.... Unfortunalty ma dad took his bike and said he wil drop... I had nothing but to scold ma dad all way to college.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Appa enn pa,nodu nan sari la paraithatha",I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jhanu,nee thumba conscious ah iruthi...summniye irrumuma,bandi oodusthini la", said Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Kannada:-).... It means i was telling moi dad ma sari was flying and he asked me not be conscious and shut ma crap n sit quietly!!......lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlast reached the college....With great difficulty i climbed 5 floors....!! Ma classmates shouted "hey......... u luk pretty.....u luk like a doll di baboooo"... I was blushing...;-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi getting a lot of compliments that day....Ahem ahem**.... I know am showing off...!!Wat are girls for then.... or rather wat am i for??....hee tee...;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were taking pictures the whole day and had nothing to do except for posing for camera's.....Hmm...it was nice... I should say i had complete fun!! So nice... I've always been thinking "nothing like school"..... But these sweet memories will make me say "Nothing like college"....Amazing people in my class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the begining i felt like i should quit the college...coz i wasen't that comfortable with my class people....From ma 2nd sem things starting changing... And now i enjoy being with ma frendz to the fullest....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...."I lowe ma class".....:-)......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know am into too muuch of lowes!!..... i better stop...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue about moi frendz in sari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the BIGGEST BULB....two of my close pals were not in sari...:-( Very disappointing!! :-( :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year am sure they would be in sari...last year...[&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cries...:( :(]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other of moi frndz were in sari... Anantha in a beautiful sari[&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;which ofcourse was not a sari that young people wuld wear]&lt;/span&gt; But i have to say,she looked Neat and pretty. Sam(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sameera&lt;/span&gt;) also looked neat and reminded me of a KG teacher!!.....lolz..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakshmi...no words...shez always liked to be sari..So seen a couple of times her in sari... Yea she looked gud too.... Lekshmi was in a perfuucct Mallu style.... Wore this White cotton sari with Golden border.... Chandini luukked like this sexy gal... All tied up ******....hee hee...lolzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanti n vidhi were the 'figures' of our class......hee hee....;-).... Guess that explains well... ahem ...ahem**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varsha looked "busssss"....Wore a sari that 'tried' to make her look fat... Well that actually did'nt work out!! She looked as thin..(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;guess that's an understatement!!)&lt;/span&gt; as ever!! Padma looked guud, Amie surprised us with sari!! Guru looked really pretty... I wonder sometimes for her height(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;) will that even suit... but she looked really cute like a lil sweetto pie....:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priyanka was in a nice 'pattu' sari...looked 'ethnic'.....Very pretty...asusual!! Anu this time looked really gud,with jewellery(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;which ofcourse she would forget to do so!)&lt;/span&gt; Sharanya LU...looked awesome... I msut say this...She was a perfect figure....beautiful,lovely and decent!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others gals who were in sari too luked good...!! And not t forget MOI!!I too looked pretty...as said by ma fans....;-)........hee tee...lolz.... guess none of moi classmates reads this line!!......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lowed the day.....A sweet memory to cherish always...... :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-115678137304656402?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/115678137304656402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=115678137304656402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/115678137304656402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/115678137304656402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2006/08/sari-day.html' title='Sari day:-)'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-115669312309789898</id><published>2006-08-27T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T08:38:47.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sOmEtHiNg sOmEtHiNg ...............</title><content type='html'>I saw this movie sOmEtHiNg sOmEtHiNg unnakum ennakum during the first week of the release....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desperatly wanted to see the movie 'coz i was so sure it wuld be dum and it won't be like the original version - TELUGU!! Where Siddarth luks hott[!!]....sexy n smart!! I thought Jeyam Ravi would not be able to perform like him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maself maggs(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mahima)&lt;/span&gt; n Sandy(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sandhya)&lt;/span&gt; set off desp....n went....We were(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;as usual!)&lt;/span&gt; late n v somehow got da tickets in the 4(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;!!)&lt;/span&gt; row..... 'Thats ok', i thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is goes like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kavi(trisha) n prabhu are orphans.With lil toubled childhood, he takes care of his lil sis kavi n makes sure she gets the brotherly love(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sentiments!!)&lt;/span&gt; she needs. Prabhu also hates rich people coz of his father(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;**Flashback**)&lt;/span&gt; and he wants Kavi to get married to a poor but hard working guy! This is the Turning point or changeor how ever u call it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kavi's best friend is gonna b wed...n shez gotto travel wid her to her town!She leaves and meets this guy Santhosh(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ravi)&lt;/span&gt; Santhosh is London-settled NRI who lives with his elite parents. He visits Chennai along with his mom to attend his cousin's wedding(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that is trisha's friend!)&lt;/span&gt;..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he meets Kavi,who is a pole apart when it comes to upbringing and family background. The inevitable happens!! THEY fall in LUV;-)!!And they story starts now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,Santhosh's mother didnt approve this coz she was a farmer's sister n poor! Secondly, Santhosh escapes from mom and comes to Kavi's village. Prabhu gives a challenge to prove himself and to check whether he's unlike other rich guys! The challenge is to labor in his farm. He also gives 1 acre of land and asks him to harvest more produce than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the story is how santhosh struggles hard to get her!And the ending would be "Happy at last!!"(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;which of course i like a lot in movies)&lt;/span&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i changed ma opinions on Ravi!!His acting was simply suberb.I thought he would completely won't fit in the role(coz Siddarth's acting was simply awesome!). Ravi made a real effort and lived upto the expections!2 flaws in him and his acting is &lt;br /&gt;1)His voice/accent-did'nt sound like a London-NRI return at all. He should have foccussed on voice modulation a lil more.&lt;br /&gt;2) His weight- Should have reduced a lil more...It did'nt fit right in few frames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To moe ma comments, I think Trisha was really cute in the movie. One of the few movies she did that gave a lot of scope for acting.She fitted perfectly!And she was too pretty and dam cute!Acting vise also she did her job perfectly.Mayb in few frames she reminded me of Joythika!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other actors like Prabhu, geetha and others acted perfectly!I would say Prakash Raj the telugu version dad was much better than Bhaigyaraj! Guess Prakash showed much better emotions than him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the story line really gud!! I wish i get a guy like him..... Wil cinema be real??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-115669312309789898?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/115669312309789898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=115669312309789898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/115669312309789898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/115669312309789898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2006/08/something-something.html' title='sOmEtHiNg sOmEtHiNg ...............'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-115625914939170823</id><published>2006-08-22T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T09:49:25.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The long journey..............</title><content type='html'>Back again after a long time post something i lowed..... Something unseen..... Unseen beauty.....:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left to Blore along with mom n dad on 12th night in blore mail...to attend ma cousin raj's*** wedding..  recent times i've always been travelling in A/C coach and I fekt uneasy this time get into a normal one(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i knw i act tooo muuch!)&lt;/span&gt; It was as usual boring...Coz nothing to c as am travellin night!Finally reached Blore around 5.30 a.m..... Hmmm...I can hear people around me conversing in kannada...(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;can u believe it??&lt;/span&gt;)oh i lowed to hear people converse in ma Mother Tongue:-)...Ma bava(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sis's husband&lt;/span&gt;)came to station to take us to a new home of is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too cold... I wished i had a sweater!Atlast new home came...Ma sis's called out frm the balcony.We went up n ore sister bondings!The house was Big and way way way better than the previous one.The new Home seems a Lil modern too.Ma neice was lyin in bed acting as though she was asleep waiting to do 'baaa' to me.And iam suppose to ask "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;taarika eli.... nindha maduthalaya?&lt;/span&gt;" and she would shout "bhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa". Nice game ain't it?! Innocence is one thing i admire most in kids.She is just 4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning i was killing time and hogging all the murku's n boonthis which ma sister made for us.I was diet freak and ended up breaking them all wheni went to blore. Evening we went to shopping(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;as usual...commercial street...hmmm ma favo place&lt;/span&gt;)....I picked up a bag in the corner street shop. And know wat this all i got in Blore. I can't believe it maself!First time in ma Life time I get only one thing in Blore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning we started to pack things for Shimoga,Where ma cousin's wedding is supposed to be! We started off....Have to say this...I guess only frst two platforms in blore are neat...others??So cheesy n untidy!We had to go to the 9th platform which was in a pathetic condition.I did'nt want to stand there!It was too crowded and people looked dirty!The sight made me say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"aye.....chi"&lt;/span&gt; but then i had something interesting to look at and ofcourse that would be a smart guy...;-) He was wearing a Air Force India T-Shirt and it made think whether he worked in air Force! God Knows! But then he was too cute;-).... I thank God for dis timepass otherwise i would have freeked out seeing the dirty people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a safe journey&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(we travelled on 14th aug night!)&lt;/span&gt;... Shimoga welcomed me with pile of shit. Yes, as soon i got down from the train i stamped a pile of shit! "Shit", i said. Ma sis's were there to giggle. It started to rain!Ma day was bad!I washed da shit out of ma slipons n we went to catch an auto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a Hotel called MG Place!Where ma cousin booked a rooms for all our cousins! We went pretty early so that we can see many unseen beauties in North Karnataka.We refreshed our self and set of to see a couple of places!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in travera&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(have to mention this!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver was pretty smart. We set ofF. The journey was amazing. The place is like it wil rain foe few minutes and sun would pop out and again rain.... and it keeps changing!It was awesome!I pestured ma dad to Stop in da middle to catch up some gud shots in ma cam.Unfortunatly i couldn stop everywhere. I thought then,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"If only my eye was a camera"&lt;/span&gt;. God the place is too beautiful.I fell like staying there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first visit was too the Jog falls!AMAZING is not the word.. I would say it is a understatement!It was raining...Pretty irritaing though...Still we were off the car and saw The Indian Niagra!Man i lowed it!I took a couple of pics!The climate was as usual palying!rain-no rain-sun-rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near the jog falls...rather opposite to it was a kutti falls.No one would even notice it!It was in the midst of some trees.We 'engo' reached there.Ma mom had some difficulty.We&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(moi,sis1,sis2 n bava)&lt;/span&gt;. i wet ma legs holding the tree branch!If we slipped we would be at the foot of the Jog Falls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed there like for an hur or two and then set ack to our car to have lunch.We reached Honnawar.And we eat some light stuff.It wasen a lunch anymore!coz' it was 4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next spot was to reach Murdeeswar. To see the temple! It was pretty close to Mangalore! The drive was through the western ghats.Awesome again...We stopped in the middle to see some valleys!Mr.Smarty was explaining to us!;-) I took some shots again!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(ma main profession!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 5 p.m. v reached Murdeeshwar. It's like down the hill!Near the coast! The temple is near the coat!The statue of shiva is huge and set apart from others! Awesome sight! And a way way huge temple is also being constructed next to it!i took some pics!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(should i keep mentioning this?)&lt;/span&gt; We stayed there for some time and started off like 7p.m to kolur!But then it was to late to see the temple so we halted in Batkal. We struggled there to get a decent hotel to stay! Finally it was 'Kola'. Though the the hotel gave a nice look, the rooms did'nt seem though!But this was better of the lot!So we halted there and next day morning we got ready to see the kolur temple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 8a.m we started to kolur!We had breakfast in a small town!The food was good.esp the set dosa!On our way to Kolur we also went to Maravante Beach- Arabian sea coast! It was a beautiful Sight to sea the river on one side and the beach on the other side!LOWELY!!:-) We spend there some time!Again i stamped on a pile of shit which was hidden(!) in sand!I washed in the sea water!...Then we has had to clim up to see Kolur!It was real beauty!kolur reminded me of Kerala!Most people in Kerala style!We went had some darishanam&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(meaning blessing)&lt;/span&gt; We also had lunch there!Awesome food! Around 2 we started to Shimoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way we saw cascades and took pics!As we were travelling we also saw the Nagra Fort. We reached Shimoga,went back to the Hotel and met all my relatives! I refreshed and we went to the mantapam to greet r mappila!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(means groom!)&lt;/span&gt;  He was really smart! dressed in formals! I enjoyed so much during the wedding. That would be ma next post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afer the Lowely wedding we went to Lion safari!Our final trip in Shimoga!I could see the lions, tigers moving around close to our bus! NIce to see but pretty dangerous! The same night we started from Shimoga to Blore!Next day we were back to Chennai! APPADA....... It's over! Not the trip but ma post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too amazing....unforgettable journey...Litteraly everyday i was travelling! I've never been to a long trip like this before!Too amzing! Am back to Chennai but the thoughts haven't gone....It has placed a footprint in ma life...To be remembered and to be cherished!And yes, I cherish them!I LOWE MA STATE!I LOWE SHIMOGA!AND I LOWE MA JOURNEY!I THANK RAJ FOR HAVING HIS WEDDING THERE.....&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(if not i wouldn have seen these places!)&lt;/span&gt; And I THANK MA DAD FOR TAKING ME THERE! AND LASTLY I THANK GOD FOR GIVING ME EYES....otherwise i would'nt have seen them!AND THANK FOR CREATING THIS BEAUTIFUL PLACE!!:-).......................LOWE u Christ!MUUAAAAAHHHHHHH:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-115625914939170823?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/115625914939170823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=115625914939170823&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/115625914939170823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/115625914939170823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-journey.html' title='The long journey..............'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-115531165957875906</id><published>2006-08-11T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T08:54:19.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The field trip:D</title><content type='html'>Today v went to the first field trip(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as a class together for da 1st time in 1 1/2 yrs!!&lt;/span&gt;) . We went to Mahabalipuram for Photoshoot!( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's a school kid's excursion spot!!;-)&lt;/span&gt; )...... never mind! We were happy that atleast this college takes to this place. We were asked to come like 6 in the morning... To capture the sunrise shot while we are going.... Unfortunaltly the people who asked us to come turned up late. And our political issues mam(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who was so sweet n early... even though it was'nt a big necessity for her to come&lt;/span&gt;) came to give our internal exam papers(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a nice start... see r marks in da early morning&lt;/span&gt;).... But it made happy though!!! obviously i got great marks which i least expected to be...!! OH i LOWE HER!!(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jus coz she corrected ma paper lineantly!!:D&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy with ma marks and concerned people came..... And we were all set to get into the bus.... For a most lovely trip with ma college mates for the first time....  We three(aishu, S n me) sat along with the gang(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laks2, div,chand,sumi!!)&lt;/span&gt;.... To make a bad start(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always it happens for moi:( &lt;/span&gt;) S(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saranya&lt;/span&gt;) started to fight for da seat!! She was silly(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;@ times!!&lt;/span&gt;)n made aishu(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aishwarya&lt;/span&gt;) n moi get pissed!! We both went to the back seat and made us comfortable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus started n da usual "let da music play" was started too..... We started off with antakshiri game.... Hindi gals a seperate group and Tamil gals a seperate group... We were singing according the language.... Tamil(one among the grp!!) Grp mostly sang Dubbankuthu(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a tamil slang for fast numbers!!)..... &lt;/span&gt;the funniest part was the hindi gang sang almost 7 or 8lines  of the song and We(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tamil gang&lt;/span&gt;) knew only 1 or 2 lines of that song..... it was obvious they were rocking much more... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon it got bored for us&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(mostly v forgot all the songs!!)..... &lt;/span&gt;So decided to enjoy a peacefull (!!)travel for some time..... The bus guy playing mostly  Dubbanguthu&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;songs.... All started to dance the dabbankuthu way.... I was pretty silent the first few minutes.. Later ma feets could'n stay any longer.... I too started dancing along wid Aishu, krithi(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malai...LOL&lt;/span&gt;) n Leks(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lekshmi).....&lt;/span&gt; and maself n laks started to dance the exact way for the song Siriki Sirichi vandha (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a tamil dubbaguthu.... the veena step!!&lt;/span&gt;) ... People at the back started to cheer!! especially aarthi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later the Panchaganta cave's came..... We were set the with camera to shoot the "moment".......... As even the EM(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;electronic media&lt;/span&gt;) students came with us .... The place was too crowded....  I wasen't able to take a shot that would set apart from others..... While i adjust ma focus, others would join and that shot was take by many..... I did'nt like the shooting part though!!................ It quite made irritated!! In the midst of this another fight between us(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;da 3&lt;/span&gt;) sworn over!!......... I was pissed again..... But then i ignored it and was taking pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would definitly say few people were rather posing and taking pictures of themselves than the caves!! When i wanted to take a picture of the Nandhi..... Few girls sat on that and took pictures of themselves..... 3 rd time am getting freaked out in the day!!  This happened most of the time during the day!!............. I was pretty firm n asked them to move ofF!!(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;otherwise when da hell will i take pictures man?&lt;/span&gt;).............!  After long trouble i took pictures and they were quite satisfying!! ........... I lowe on of ma shot where i captured the butterfly sucking the flower &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( hmmm i knw tat it ain't da rite word!!..... bad in biology!!)..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After taking pictures there... We walked towards the sea shore temple.... on our way we saw sculptures in the making of a statue........ I also took pictures of them... which was so realistic and nice...! It was a really long walk and i could'nt take a step further...... Ma legs were paining like hell man!! i forced ma self to walk.... In between we sat whereever we got place to sit..  Atlast the temple came.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took pictures of it.... I tried different angles to potray the temple.... A handfull of them... It was burning still i had stamina(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;atleast to take pictures... which i loved too!!&lt;/span&gt;)... I liked most of ma pictures and it was awesome!!! hee hee..... Am gUd aT PhOtOgRaPhY ppl!!:D......... then we set to the bus and we went to a near by hotel to have lunch!! Getting loads of water bottles..... our next venture was to the beach.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the beach to take pictures(!!)..... Hmmmm we were told that we would take sunrise pictures.... but we ended up taking sunburnt(hee hee....LOL:D) pictures....... Hmm i managed to get the waves rite.... and took a couple of pics with ma frenz......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is ending.... we were to tired to sing or dance while coming back..... we maintained a silent journey...(indeed.. which i wanted!!)............ We reached college............ and yes the trip ended ecstatically........:D :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-115531165957875906?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/115531165957875906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=115531165957875906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/115531165957875906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/115531165957875906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2006/08/field-tripd.html' title='The field trip:D'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-115513584173845604</id><published>2006-08-09T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T08:04:01.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S IN A NOM?</title><content type='html'>People always ask me "what's in a name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... why do they ask me??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Coze i just hate it when people mis pronounce ma name!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nom is Sharanya. A common name in India especially in South India( i wuld also say a common nom in Chennai!!). People call me in different ways which i completely hate it. As ma name is pretty common-&gt; 3 ways-&gt; Sharanya/saranya/charanya!!! But ma's is Sharanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call me Saranya or Charanya. I liked to be called only as SHARANYA and not others. Now that people know i hate it if they call me saranya or WATEVA..... they call me now for the fun of it. Mayb jus to see ma anger or me getting irritated!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i shout back, they ask me "whats in a name saranya?"(again pronouncing wrongly!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i wonder.... If i pronounce their name incorrectly will they like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do that and ofcourse i've got BUNS!!(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a tamil slang&lt;/span&gt;;-))..... But when they call me I should act dum and should'n bother much. How mean?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People even wonder "why this girl is fuzzing about this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say "Won't they fuzz about this when i call them incorrectly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem a silly issue for people. But for "it matters". I have given my idenstity as SHARANYA and not as Saranya!! So i always insist to use the 'h' in my nom where most people miss out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call me unkowingly once or twice, Fine. But teasing me and repeating it after correcting you several time, It freaks me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like having pet noms.... like in ma school am called as "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shara&lt;/span&gt;", college "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CR&lt;/span&gt;"(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thats ma initial) &lt;/span&gt;and in home&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "jhanu" (meaning life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pet names-NP(no probs)..... But if u mis spell it......  Man i will freak out and don't you get any "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good"(ahem... ahem..)&lt;/span&gt;words&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;from me....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-115513584173845604?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/115513584173845604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=115513584173845604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/115513584173845604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/115513584173845604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2006/08/whats-in-nom.html' title='WHAT&apos;S IN A NOM?'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400837.post-115505583697110898</id><published>2006-08-08T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T09:50:37.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MA FIRST BLOG:-)--------- SMILE FOREVER:D</title><content type='html'>Yo people!!! this is ma first blog..... As me into journalism, ma media pals asks me to start blogging... they a wild notion or wateva that wat i post mayb visited by someone else and i can get famous!!! i did'n want to... as i have pretty much articles and assignments to do.....&lt;br /&gt;        but today i end up here.... writing ma first blog..... so what shd i write now.... guess am acting like a dum kid!!! mayb i guess write something about me?! Rather the thing which i like in me..&lt;br /&gt;         here i go.....  i always like telling people(new ppl!!) about me.... if i'd like to give an introduction about me i can go on and on....... until the person thinks "man shez amazin!!" or mayb "man shez borin!!;-)"... neways it all depends on people guys....!!&lt;br /&gt;        i swear iam not that much of a boredom ..so ... so Gal!...... Ma trademark is ma Smile.... i love to smile(so that ma dimples shows off......LOL!!;-))..... am kidding guys!! To smile is something so precious for me.... I never knew the value of smile until i started to smile for things(don't put me under the category of a nut!!)..... from ma early age i used to smile at people for no reason...! they used to smile at e back.... But when the day i started realizing i know the value for it... Long back when i visited on of ma dad's friend in a hospital...... He looked week.... i said&lt;br /&gt;"hello uncle, how are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he smiled and said "iam fine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave a assuring smile at him and told "you will be fine".... and smiled again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he replied me sayin"god ur smile makes me feel good, i wil be fine soon coz of ur smile"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i realized a smile can make million people forget their worries, sorrows or nethin ( evn a guy forget his world;-)! )....... I did't know a smile makes a person feels so good until i met this uncle.... So smile people...... It creates waves... believe me...! Make people smile if they are at a distress...... Make them happy with ur SMILE..... After all, it costs nothing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEW OF MA FAVORITE QUOTES:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;SMILE ALWAYS 'COZ U DON'T KNOW WHO'S FALLING IN LOVE WITH IT;-)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; SMILE IS AN INEXPENSIVE WAY TO IMPROVE YOUR LOOKS&lt;br /&gt;&gt; SMILE IS A LANGUAGE EVEN A BABY UNDERSTANDS( DEFINITLY TRUE!!)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; SMILE MAKES PEOPLE WONDER WHAT YOU ARE THINKING......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've so much to quote in smile................ hold on.... not all of it in this....!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400837-115505583697110898?l=randomrealisations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/feeds/115505583697110898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400837&amp;postID=115505583697110898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/115505583697110898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400837/posts/default/115505583697110898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomrealisations.blogspot.com/2006/08/ma-first-blog-smile-foreverd.html' title='MA FIRST BLOG:-)--------- SMILE FOREVER:D'/><author><name>Sharanya Rajendran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15466416241277747585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_jlQoXNa5c/TnY0AC3yu2I/AAAAAAAAGmc/8TqLJRic1nw/s220/Shar%2B1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
