<?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-7435832611227310520</id><updated>2012-01-11T15:53:42.233+05:30</updated><category term='coll'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>Reflections</title><subtitle type='html'>Linger and Ponder!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-6241808249113575286</id><published>2012-01-11T15:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-11T15:53:42.245+05:30</updated><title type='text'>First Post of 2012-A Brk</title><content type='html'>Hello 2012..Generally i take stock of each year here..But this time am not gonna do this..By this month am planning to take a brk from blogging for some timewith a final post of my most fav quote :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XSsN_bpuawc/Tw1h4sjNJWI/AAAAAAAAA9c/TvOD2_o03FE/s1600/swami_vivekananda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XSsN_bpuawc/Tw1h4sjNJWI/AAAAAAAAA9c/TvOD2_o03FE/s320/swami_vivekananda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In life nothing comes for free..With hardwork commitment and fighting spirit sprinting into 2012.&lt;br /&gt;Sudha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-6241808249113575286?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/6241808249113575286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-post-of-2012-brk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/6241808249113575286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/6241808249113575286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-post-of-2012-brk.html' title='First Post of 2012-A Brk'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XSsN_bpuawc/Tw1h4sjNJWI/AAAAAAAAA9c/TvOD2_o03FE/s72-c/swami_vivekananda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-369558925449171565</id><published>2011-12-15T16:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-15T16:16:44.319+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Making Sense through nonsense</title><content type='html'>This is hw i work..Confused typical me..Search and collect tons and tons of data..Have a large database..The sheer enormity of the data will threaten me..Will keep wondering how less my knowledge is..And there is soooo much to learn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AEUh641R2wE/TunQBjLqemI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/49Ssx36cZuM/s1600/pile%2Bof%2Bbooks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" width="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AEUh641R2wE/TunQBjLqemI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/49Ssx36cZuM/s320/pile%2Bof%2Bbooks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way down the mess of large data collection..Will get wearied..Will relax..Read Blogs,have coffee..go 2 rounds to the rest room..complain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the deadline pressures will pull me..I will convince ppl to wait as this gr8 intellectual product of mine will come around..&lt;br /&gt;Will hope desperately that those odd pieces of the jigsaw puzzle matches.And then finally race..Do spell chk..All fancy work..tell ppl..Arrange for the presentation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all ovr..Will wonder y i do work in such a sloppy manner and vow to do it better next time..Always repeating the same cycle..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-369558925449171565?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/369558925449171565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-hw-i-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/369558925449171565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/369558925449171565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-hw-i-work.html' title='Making Sense through nonsense'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AEUh641R2wE/TunQBjLqemI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/49Ssx36cZuM/s72-c/pile%2Bof%2Bbooks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-7911242990603984532</id><published>2011-12-07T11:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:12:30.022+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To the Towers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-768xxUt9A-s/Tt8lUkfFgYI/AAAAAAAAA8s/NUInhW0q6CI/s1600/-cool-cartoon-4192282%2B%25281%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="283" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-768xxUt9A-s/Tt8lUkfFgYI/AAAAAAAAA8s/NUInhW0q6CI/s320/-cool-cartoon-4192282%2B%25281%2529.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is almost 7 months since coming to Hyderabad..Am looking out of the glass windows of our new office..We can see a hum of activity below..Being in a new place sometimes heightens my senses..I kinda keep observing some taken for granted scenes in my comfort zone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One side are towering buildings, smart sassy young IT professionals making their way to work..One the other side are sprawling slums where the wifes of construction workers wash their kids and clothes at the doorstep of their homes..I was wondering what would be the dreams of the kid of the slums..To live and work on the towers rite?? And what do those young cute kids of the towers do? They do OUTSOURCED junk work of their foreign bosses..Am putting this article especially in context of the liberalization of the retail sector up to 51% in India... Am  not against outsourcing..But outsourcing is shifting our focus from being nation builders to slave workers of a west.A BPO worker gets paid well.But where is his career? He has money to buy fancy stuff..But question is what skills has he developed so that he would have the same earning capacity or more when he greys..In what way is he using his capabilities and his education to be a complete person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outsourcing will be healthy only when more and more Indians learn the concepts from the West adapt it to the Indian context.There is a long way for us to go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-7911242990603984532?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/7911242990603984532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/12/reflections.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/7911242990603984532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/7911242990603984532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/12/reflections.html' title='To the Towers'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-768xxUt9A-s/Tt8lUkfFgYI/AAAAAAAAA8s/NUInhW0q6CI/s72-c/-cool-cartoon-4192282%2B%25281%2529.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-7431531440373965187</id><published>2011-12-01T09:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-01T09:33:40.188+05:30</updated><title type='text'>From the Earth to the Sky</title><content type='html'>Hello Everybody, I generally do not like putting up other people's articles here..But somehow this story is new and interesting to me..So would like to share it with u all..By the ways..It is a story of a Sunflower..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWLk_T5LVkU/Ttb8MPi9GLI/AAAAAAAAA8g/njOCERbYW_8/s1600/sunflower-sharon-marston.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="312" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWLk_T5LVkU/Ttb8MPi9GLI/AAAAAAAAA8g/njOCERbYW_8/s320/sunflower-sharon-marston.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My wife, daughter, and I moved into our home nine years ago and we spent a lot of time and energy in the yard to get it looking like it does today. We live on a corner, higher than street level, and the entire side of the yard is encased by a professionally built rock wall. The front of the house though is another story because instead of a wall along the sidewalk the rocks appear to be just thrown up onto the dirt as if someone were in a hurry to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the best we could with what we had to work with and called this area our 'rock garden'. Whenever we had left over flowers or plants, Denise or I would stick them out front, just to bring some color to the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still do all of my own yard work, even the dreaded weed-pulling. After putting on my knee pads I assume the position to clear the yard of weeds, even in the rock garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer I had reached the end of the rock garden and found a tiny little plant that I could not immediately identify. I knew I didn't plant it and Denise claimed that she didn't either. We decided to let it continue growing until we could figure out what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks passed and as I made my way back to the mystery plant, it appeared to be a Sunflower. It was spindly looking with a tall skinny stalk and only one head on it. I decided to baby it along and weed around it. As I pulled rocks from the area to get to the weeds, I noticed something unusual. The Sunflower had not started where I saw the stalk begin. It actually had begun under a big rock and grown under and around it to reach the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I realized that if a tiny little Sunflower didn't let a big rock stand in its way of developing, we too have the capability of doing the same thing. Once our environment begins to see that we believe in ourselves like that little Sunflower, we can attain the same nourishment and nurturing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-7431531440373965187?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/7431531440373965187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-earth-to-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/7431531440373965187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/7431531440373965187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-earth-to-sky.html' title='From the Earth to the Sky'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWLk_T5LVkU/Ttb8MPi9GLI/AAAAAAAAA8g/njOCERbYW_8/s72-c/sunflower-sharon-marston.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-5537817650838390966</id><published>2011-11-29T10:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-29T10:42:54.226+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z7CTVk0SGdU/TtRoB2m9wtI/AAAAAAAAA8U/bbHr-Ef59dw/s1600/flower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z7CTVk0SGdU/TtRoB2m9wtI/AAAAAAAAA8U/bbHr-Ef59dw/s320/flower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a feeling of mixture of chocolate mousse and sun flowers ,strawberry ice cream and roses .. A mix of bright red, yellow ,blue and green in the head..Today seems to be gr8..All is well in the world! :)&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.. Sudha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-5537817650838390966?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/5537817650838390966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/11/sunshine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5537817650838390966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5537817650838390966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/11/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine!!'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z7CTVk0SGdU/TtRoB2m9wtI/AAAAAAAAA8U/bbHr-Ef59dw/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-2573364003889575215</id><published>2011-11-25T09:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-25T09:58:23.134+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Girl Power!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UtpMk1q0M2g/Ts8XEUEJMuI/AAAAAAAAA7w/KuWXrMkrCmA/s1600/lalita_booth_truman_08_full_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UtpMk1q0M2g/Ts8XEUEJMuI/AAAAAAAAA7w/KuWXrMkrCmA/s320/lalita_booth_truman_08_full_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, she was a teenage-mother, living off scraps and out of a car. Today, she is pursuing a degree in Business Administration and Public Policy at the Harvard University. Besides, she is also the author of the book Financial Education for Lower-Income Audiences: A guide to Programme Design, Implementation and Evaluation which is found in the libraries of various US colleges and b-schools.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted my son to be proud of me and I thought no better way than to study and get myself some real degrees. Harvard was just an illusion when I stayed on the streets and went to sleep hungry. Today, I am right there," said Lalita Booth while speaking from the US.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalita's story makes good sense because she is also probably one of the few who has been awarded some 20 scholarships in the last five years -- worth a whopping half a million US dollars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For further story reading proceed to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rediff.com/getahead/slide-show/slide-show-1-career-the-inspiring-story-of-how-a-single-mother-made-it-to-harvard/20111124.htm"&gt; http://www.rediff.com/getahead/slide-show/slide-show-1-career-the-inspiring-story-of-how-a-single-mother-made-it-to-harvard/20111124.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-2573364003889575215?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/2573364003889575215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/11/girl-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/2573364003889575215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/2573364003889575215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/11/girl-power.html' title='Girl Power!!'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UtpMk1q0M2g/Ts8XEUEJMuI/AAAAAAAAA7w/KuWXrMkrCmA/s72-c/lalita_booth_truman_08_full_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-3694752267322195506</id><published>2011-11-23T09:59:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-23T10:23:11.829+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All the world's a stage!!</title><content type='html'>Am putting up the article after reading lallu akka's article on the various masks and identities that we wear and reflecting back on my own journey..Once a school kid, then a happy go lucky college goer, then  a home maker and an employee in an organisation..So the drama unfolds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yHw5LI_kDRs/Tsx8Cft8ukI/AAAAAAAAA7k/H0fRzuTEEbk/s1600/All-the-Worlds-a-Stage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yHw5LI_kDRs/Tsx8Cft8ukI/AAAAAAAAA7k/H0fRzuTEEbk/s320/All-the-Worlds-a-Stage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678049612523158082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the world's a stage,&lt;br /&gt;And all the men and women merely players;&lt;br /&gt;They have their exits and their entrances,&lt;br /&gt;And one man in his time plays many parts,&lt;br /&gt;His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,&lt;br /&gt;Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.&lt;br /&gt;Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel&lt;br /&gt;And shining morning face, creeping like snail&lt;br /&gt;Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,&lt;br /&gt;Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad&lt;br /&gt;Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,&lt;br /&gt;Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,&lt;br /&gt;Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,&lt;br /&gt;Seeking the bubble reputation&lt;br /&gt;Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,&lt;br /&gt;In fair round belly with good capon lined,&lt;br /&gt;With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,&lt;br /&gt;Full of wise saws and modern instances;&lt;br /&gt;And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts&lt;br /&gt;Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,&lt;br /&gt;With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;&lt;br /&gt;His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide&lt;br /&gt;For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,&lt;br /&gt;Turning again toward childish treble, pipes&lt;br /&gt;And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,&lt;br /&gt;That ends this strange eventful history,&lt;br /&gt;Is second childishness and mere oblivion,&lt;br /&gt;Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-3694752267322195506?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/3694752267322195506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-worlds-stage_23.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/3694752267322195506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/3694752267322195506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-worlds-stage_23.html' title='All the world&apos;s a stage!!'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yHw5LI_kDRs/Tsx8Cft8ukI/AAAAAAAAA7k/H0fRzuTEEbk/s72-c/All-the-Worlds-a-Stage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-7281116084255974326</id><published>2011-11-21T10:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-21T10:44:46.983+05:30</updated><title type='text'>On top of the world!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f7fuO-ilM7E/TsneO-SB64I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/pOnk6CyZoX0/s1600/graph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f7fuO-ilM7E/TsneO-SB64I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/pOnk6CyZoX0/s320/graph.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677313154095377282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days u are with a song on ur lip and with a bouncy light heart..Had a gr8 weekend and on top of the world on Monday morning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!! Sudha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-7281116084255974326?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/7281116084255974326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-top-of-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/7281116084255974326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/7281116084255974326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-top-of-world.html' title='On top of the world!!!'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f7fuO-ilM7E/TsneO-SB64I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/pOnk6CyZoX0/s72-c/graph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-131631092760040968</id><published>2011-11-14T15:38:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-14T15:59:54.762+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Whatever You Give To Life, Life Gives You Back!!</title><content type='html'>If you water a plant for a couple of days a hundred times you will not be nurturing it..You will be killing it..If you water the same plant only twice..But for hundred days it will blossom..Dumb plants teach life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e8zmgiSspt0/TsDtNnRLzrI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/VBdH_lQooQg/s1600/plant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e8zmgiSspt0/TsDtNnRLzrI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/VBdH_lQooQg/s320/plant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674796348621967026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise only if we plant a rose plant we can get roses..&lt;br /&gt;* If you plant honesty, you will reap trust &lt;br /&gt;* If you plant humility, you will reap greatness &lt;br /&gt;* If you plant perseverance, you will reap contentment &lt;br /&gt;* If you plant consideration, you will reap perspective &lt;br /&gt;* If you plant hard work, you will reap success &lt;br /&gt;* If you plant forgiveness, you will reap reconciliation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the fruits of good actions are not visible immediately..Does not mean that the plant will not bear flower..But it needs much more time to mature...To have life as a bed of beautiful flowers or a bed of weeds is man's choice!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-131631092760040968?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/131631092760040968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/11/whatever-you-give-to-life-life-gives.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/131631092760040968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/131631092760040968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/11/whatever-you-give-to-life-life-gives.html' title='Whatever You Give To Life, Life Gives You Back!!'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e8zmgiSspt0/TsDtNnRLzrI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/VBdH_lQooQg/s72-c/plant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-5613288824095547810</id><published>2011-10-15T21:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-15T21:53:10.322+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tagged..</title><content type='html'>Am filling in this as Rams had tagged me and coincidentally it is my 100th post which mite include some drafts which are still sleeping..Am following her example and filling in Blah wen i do not wanna answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten how’s:&lt;br /&gt;1. How did you get one of your scars?&lt;br /&gt;From my Mom's kinetic Honda stand.&lt;br /&gt;2. How did you celebrate your last birthday?&lt;br /&gt;With family at Hyderabad..&lt;br /&gt;3. How are you feeling at this moment?&lt;br /&gt;Listless.&lt;br /&gt;4. How did your night go last night?&lt;br /&gt;Went early to bed.&lt;br /&gt;5. How did you do in high school?&lt;br /&gt;Was a nerd and was gr8 at academics.&lt;br /&gt;6. How did you get the shirt you’re wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Am wearing a chudidhar.&lt;br /&gt;7. How often do you see your best friends?&lt;br /&gt;Long since seen them.. :(&lt;br /&gt;8. How much money did you spend last month?&lt;br /&gt;Blah&lt;br /&gt;9. How old do you want to be when you get married?&lt;br /&gt;Am already married..&lt;br /&gt;10. How many nicknames do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Lots..Suds, Shilps, Left Right,Blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine what’s:&lt;br /&gt;1. What’s your mothers name?&lt;br /&gt;Pushpa&lt;br /&gt;2. What did you do last weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Dont remember.&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the most important part of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Friendship,Sharing and Caring&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you rather be doing?&lt;br /&gt;Eating chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;5. What did you last cry over?&lt;br /&gt;Blah&lt;br /&gt;6. What always makes you feel better when you’re upset?&lt;br /&gt;Talking to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;7. What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other?&lt;br /&gt;Friendship,Honesty and love.&lt;br /&gt;8. What are you worried about?&lt;br /&gt;Blah&lt;br /&gt;9. What did you have for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;Masala Dosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight you’s:&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever liked someone who had a girlfriend/boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Most of my girl frnds have a boy frnd&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever been out of the country, if no where do you want to go?&lt;br /&gt;No.Would like to travel across Europe.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever done something outrageously dumb?&lt;br /&gt;Am dumb most times!!&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend?&lt;br /&gt;Once i thought so..But have not really been..&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had sex on the beach?&lt;br /&gt;Have to think abt this.&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you described your looks in 3 words, if yes how?&lt;br /&gt;Plain Jane .I have saved one word.&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever read an entire book in one day?&lt;br /&gt;Many times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven who’s:&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was the last person you saw?&lt;br /&gt;My inlaws&lt;br /&gt;2. Who was the last person you texted?&lt;br /&gt;My colleague&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the last person you hung out with?&lt;br /&gt;My Husband&lt;br /&gt;4. Who was the last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;My Husband&lt;br /&gt;5. Who did you last hug?&lt;br /&gt;My Teddy.&lt;br /&gt;6. Who is the last person who texted you?&lt;br /&gt;My colleague&lt;br /&gt;7. Who was the last person you said “I love you” to?&lt;br /&gt;My Teddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six where’s:&lt;br /&gt;1. Where does your best friend(s) live?&lt;br /&gt;Virudhunagar,Madurai and Chennai&lt;br /&gt;2. Where did you last go on a holiday?&lt;br /&gt;Cant remember..To Veega land with college frnds was the last i guess..&lt;br /&gt;3. Where did you last hang out?&lt;br /&gt;GVK Mall&lt;br /&gt;4. Where did you go to school?&lt;br /&gt;Madurai&lt;br /&gt;5. Where is your favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere with a frnd.&lt;br /&gt;6. Where did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;Not in the streets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five do’s:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you think anyone likes you?&lt;br /&gt;Ya..I love myself..&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you ever wish you were someone else?&lt;br /&gt;When am thirty would have to retrospect on this question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you know the muffin man?&lt;br /&gt;There are no muffin men in hyderabad.&lt;br /&gt;4. Does the future scare you?&lt;br /&gt;Blah&lt;br /&gt;5. Do your parents know about your blog?&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately Yes :(&lt;br /&gt;Four why’s:&lt;br /&gt;1. Why are you best friends with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Coz we share and care for each other&lt;br /&gt;2. Why did you get into Blogging?&lt;br /&gt;Refer "Why Blog?"&lt;br /&gt;3. Why did your parents give you the name you have?&lt;br /&gt;Ask them.&lt;br /&gt;4. Why are you doing this survey?&lt;br /&gt;Coz one of my best frnds tagged me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three if’s:&lt;br /&gt;1. If you could have one super power what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;To face obstacles without fear.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you?&lt;br /&gt;Blah&lt;br /&gt;3. If you were stranded on a deserted island and could bring , what would you bring?&lt;br /&gt;Company to share my gud luck.Yaam petra inbam yaavarum kaana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two would-you-ever’s:&lt;br /&gt;1. Would you ever get back together with any of your ex’s if they asked you?&lt;br /&gt;I dont have an Ex.&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;How would shaving my head save somebody i love..nethikadanaa?I dont believe in that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last question:&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you happy with your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;Blah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-5613288824095547810?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/5613288824095547810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/10/tagged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5613288824095547810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5613288824095547810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-1205158552373960418</id><published>2011-08-30T09:38:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-30T09:46:13.587+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Maapu Vachutaan da Aapu!!!</title><content type='html'>Madame Sudha was back to blogging after quite a long break when suddenly company decides to avail the services of blue coat for custom filtering..Much to her despair scrolling down the list of blocked content she found out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5-ufFTsAvo/TlxiXbnX4_I/AAAAAAAAA5k/0ZOxmWJF9F0/s1600/blog.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 122px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5-ufFTsAvo/TlxiXbnX4_I/AAAAAAAAA5k/0ZOxmWJF9F0/s320/blog.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646496187505173490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Content made small for discreetion!! :) :( Click on image if want better view.&lt;br /&gt;Fir EK doubt..Why are managers who have no time given access to blogging and not becharra employees like me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-1205158552373960418?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/1205158552373960418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/08/maapu-vachutaan-da-aapu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/1205158552373960418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/1205158552373960418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/08/maapu-vachutaan-da-aapu.html' title='Maapu Vachutaan da Aapu!!!'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5-ufFTsAvo/TlxiXbnX4_I/AAAAAAAAA5k/0ZOxmWJF9F0/s72-c/blog.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-5443850425504351473</id><published>2011-08-25T21:50:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-26T09:12:56.458+05:30</updated><title type='text'>பேருந்து கதைகள்</title><content type='html'>Public transportation system i considered as quite a challenge in Chennai itself.. Coming to Hyderabad came to understand the peculiarities and skills required to address the transportation system in India which i didn't realize in Chennai.System in Hyderabad is pretty organized..Ladies in the front and Guys at back all strictly followed.. A couple of seats reserved for the senior citizens and disabled..However the capacity is heavily over utilized.. Ultimately people get packed so much that as a result it is bodies jammed together..U need not balance for support when u are standing and the driver puts a sudden brake..U will be held safely in right place sandwiched between humanity..School kids with heavy bags, pretty office girls with the hijab artfully tossed in their shoulders,workers, ladies taking large baskets of vegetables and fruits to the market..It is a mixture of babble of different tongues, a motley of color and odor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EXmEWURKyWk/TlZ9I_-KetI/AAAAAAAAA5c/hf-b1vbf8-8/s1600/bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EXmEWURKyWk/TlZ9I_-KetI/AAAAAAAAA5c/hf-b1vbf8-8/s320/bus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644836776520088274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u are a regular commuter u would adhere to the following rules religiously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 1 - Know the exact timings of the buses reaching your bus stop.By careful observance u mite find a less crowded one following a more crowded bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 2 - Rite positioning so that u are the first person to board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 3 - Say good bye to courtesy..Push, jostle, scream , make a fuss..Make urself comfortable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 4 - Enjoy the experience..What cannot cured should be endured!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-5443850425504351473?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/5443850425504351473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5443850425504351473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5443850425504351473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='பேருந்து கதைகள்'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EXmEWURKyWk/TlZ9I_-KetI/AAAAAAAAA5c/hf-b1vbf8-8/s72-c/bus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-3847212527646848207</id><published>2011-08-17T09:47:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-18T09:22:47.254+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Swimming in Thought</title><content type='html'>For some people Dogs have a charm..A few cats..Some Birds..I have a relative whoo grew exotic birds as a hobby..For me it was one fish and he was called Danny..He met with an accident and was replaced by Jaadhu..That fellow also joined Danny in fish heaven..Finding Nemo still tops the charts of my most favorite movie..Swimming in such thots I came across one fascinating article which captivated my attention..A marine fish that is grown in an aquarium of 5*5 m (which is quite a big size for an aquarium)when put back into the ocean limits itself within a 5*5 dimension!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--yx4tmfTvng/TkyJylY-XVI/AAAAAAAAA5U/iyp2esWBeVw/s1600/fish%2Bin%2Bbowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--yx4tmfTvng/TkyJylY-XVI/AAAAAAAAA5U/iyp2esWBeVw/s320/fish%2Bin%2Bbowl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642035935311715666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same applies to human mind...When u r confined within walls at one point the human mind believes that life within walls is the world!!If one wants to be a fish in the ocean one has to break down the walls he has built with his own prejudices and fear..Then the mysteries and joys of the ocean is for him to enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;&lt;br /&gt;Where knowledge is free;Where the world has not been&lt;br /&gt;broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;&lt;br /&gt;Where words come out from the depth of truth;&lt;br /&gt;Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection ;&lt;br /&gt;Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the&lt;br /&gt;dreary desert sand of dead habit ;Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever- widening thought and action……..&lt;br /&gt;Into the heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-3847212527646848207?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/3847212527646848207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/08/swimming-in-thought.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/3847212527646848207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/3847212527646848207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/08/swimming-in-thought.html' title='Swimming in Thought'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--yx4tmfTvng/TkyJylY-XVI/AAAAAAAAA5U/iyp2esWBeVw/s72-c/fish%2Bin%2Bbowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-8273990610063049516</id><published>2011-06-16T21:17:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-16T22:35:52.644+05:30</updated><title type='text'>First Impressions of de new city..</title><content type='html'>Today is the first month anniversary of me coming to Hyderabad as a newly wed..One month is not enuf to get the rite perception of de city..And also as am at home 4 de larger part of de day tryin to fit into de role of a model home maker(which i know i wont make),i cannot tell tat "THIS is Hyd"..But still there are certain first impressions of de city which i would like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--n9ky0K6WOo/Tfo2SuKxbSI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/c_sVnvic95Y/s1600/impressions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--n9ky0K6WOo/Tfo2SuKxbSI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/c_sVnvic95Y/s320/impressions.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618863180356873506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The entire city is dry and surrounded by rocky mountains..&lt;br /&gt;*Hyderabadi biriyani is measured in large quantity oly..So next time will have to order one biriyani for 3 ppl..&lt;br /&gt;*The cock crows day in and day out..Even at two o clock in the afternoon..&lt;br /&gt;*Its कबूतरें all over..Especially at old Hyderabad near the charminar and the mosque..The very sight of the birds taking off to flight in unison is so beautiful.All is well except de hard fact tat they keep dirtying their place wid droppings..There have been doves in my mdu too..One family near our bed room AC and a few by our flat.But here the कबूतरें number is equal to the number of crows in mdu.&lt;br /&gt;*There are too many beef, mutton and chicken shops tat stink in such a way tat u decide to give up non-veg for life.&lt;br /&gt;*The market is colourful, full of life and the price of veggies are really reasonable though there is not much variety available.&lt;br /&gt;*Share autos are awfully crowded and the buses are all thagaradabba!!&lt;br /&gt;*Traffic police men are young and cute but they traffic is hardly regulated..Motorcyclists rule the road zooming past at top speed.&lt;br /&gt;*People are less helpful and ruder wen compared to Tamilnadu.&lt;br /&gt;*The malls here outnumber those in Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;The gardens are well maintained and there are quite a gud number taking into account the size of the city.&lt;br /&gt;*The temples are a mix of South Indian and North Indian Architecture..&lt;br /&gt;*Temples here are dedicated to specific purposes..To go abroad..To do pooja 4 vehicles etc..&lt;br /&gt;*In certain sections of the city Hindi and Urdu is spoken but not telungu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot more to tell..But these are first impressions!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-8273990610063049516?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/8273990610063049516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-impressions-of-de-new-city.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/8273990610063049516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/8273990610063049516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-impressions-of-de-new-city.html' title='First Impressions of de new city..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--n9ky0K6WOo/Tfo2SuKxbSI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/c_sVnvic95Y/s72-c/impressions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-4949404891990395959</id><published>2011-06-14T10:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-14T11:03:12.693+05:30</updated><title type='text'>De pleasure pain principle..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IreRi0MrHvI/Tfbyiss3GAI/AAAAAAAAA3U/5JlyVJnJb5I/s1600/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IreRi0MrHvI/Tfbyiss3GAI/AAAAAAAAA3U/5JlyVJnJb5I/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617944263120066562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you ever say yes to a pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;Oh my friends, then you also said yes to all pain.&lt;br /&gt;All things are linked, entwined, in love with one another."&lt;br /&gt;"What does not kill me, makes me stronger."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-4949404891990395959?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/4949404891990395959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/06/de-pleasure-pain-principle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/4949404891990395959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/4949404891990395959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/06/de-pleasure-pain-principle.html' title='De pleasure pain principle..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IreRi0MrHvI/Tfbyiss3GAI/AAAAAAAAA3U/5JlyVJnJb5I/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-926099667505626158</id><published>2011-06-04T22:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-04T23:22:18.685+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Change!!!</title><content type='html'>Location changed from Singaara Chennai to the pearl city Hyderabad..Status changed from Single to Married!!But the girl inside remains still unchanged..Zipping through the Highway of Life..Sudha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-926099667505626158?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/926099667505626158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/06/change.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/926099667505626158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/926099667505626158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/06/change.html' title='Change!!!'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-5943513579010111763</id><published>2011-04-15T13:51:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-15T14:06:37.995+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Adrenaline hitting a High!!</title><content type='html'>Is it student phenomena everywhere or is it typical Indian mentality but am kinda trapped into this last min scrambled prep thing..There is a fun when the adrenaline hits the new high,when head aches mount and u simply stare at the laptop and try to make sense of the mess u had made the entire year..There is a funny lil thrill tat runs in ur stomach when u rush at the end of the race..Luving it,hating it..ranting and scrambling..C'est ma vie folle!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-5943513579010111763?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/5943513579010111763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/04/adrenaline-hitting-high.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5943513579010111763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5943513579010111763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/04/adrenaline-hitting-high.html' title='Adrenaline hitting a High!!'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-534610417557438069</id><published>2011-04-06T19:55:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:01:03.226+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp57YfYwluw/TZx4tjBciDI/AAAAAAAAA00/4XnjPmUv7WU/s1600/diary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp57YfYwluw/TZx4tjBciDI/AAAAAAAAA00/4XnjPmUv7WU/s320/diary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592477561178064946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childhood dreams scrawled down in vain,&lt;br /&gt;A record of whims and fancies thru time.&lt;br /&gt;A few scribbles to lessen down pain,&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise its worth not more than a dime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret thots that cannot be whispered into human ears,&lt;br /&gt;A whirlwind of emotions put into silence by dumb ppr.&lt;br /&gt;Some realizations penned down wise beyond years,&lt;br /&gt;And then she signs off in a stupor..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-534610417557438069?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/534610417557438069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-journal.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/534610417557438069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/534610417557438069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-journal.html' title='My Journal'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp57YfYwluw/TZx4tjBciDI/AAAAAAAAA00/4XnjPmUv7WU/s72-c/diary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-276498111912225657</id><published>2011-03-29T18:35:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-29T19:13:21.336+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Looking Within!!</title><content type='html'>It is blazing hot in chennai..Under the merciless sun and the academic yr coming to a close one needs to conserve one's dissipating energies..I have become more thoughtful more inside my shell quieter and spending more time for myself..It has become a kind of necessity once in a while especially when work has to be done and when i have to be stronger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gw98KV1JgQY/TZHf0H61xpI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/FlISjz3hluM/s1600/silence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gw98KV1JgQY/TZHf0H61xpI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/FlISjz3hluM/s320/silence.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589494699115529874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times when parents and well wishers advice me to be regular i never try doing it and yeah after i get my job done with lotsa strain in the last minute and still not to my satisfaction i will take strong resolutions on doing my next task regularly end up being lazy and the cycle repeats :) Hw difficult is it to change oneself and sometimes we foolishly dream of changing others!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-276498111912225657?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/276498111912225657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/03/looking-within.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/276498111912225657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/276498111912225657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/03/looking-within.html' title='Looking Within!!'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gw98KV1JgQY/TZHf0H61xpI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/FlISjz3hluM/s72-c/silence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-6782339695899882291</id><published>2011-02-25T21:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:06:49.660+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An Old Draft published!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Reason for not blogging for quite a few days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For quite a few days am not blogging..:-( &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Reason no.1&lt;/span&gt; is laziness unlimited..And when ppl said tat bloggin is like new yr resolution they are hitting the nail at the head..Sometimes one loses interest in it..unconciously..My blogarchive is a proof enough for the exponential decrease in my time spent here..But then &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;reason no 2&lt;/span&gt;..Am busy ..;-)Tats wat i keep telling to anyone who care to believe my nonsense..Yeah at the end of the sem everythin comes in a rush..loads of unread stuff and exams round the corner..Compulsory birthday treats which one should not miss in a life time..and unfortunately in this final yr of ours a hell a lot of entrance exams which i have little time to prepare.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Reason no 3&lt;/span&gt;: My proj boss will get tensed and (cry!!!) if she finds me bloggin.So i gotto edit tiresome word documents for the thesis report half heartedly.. wah!!!!!&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Reason no. 4&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;reason no 5&lt;/span&gt;..I can give a lot more reasons if i want to..Whatever it is bloggin is a really good outlet for ur rantings and creative stupidity..So am back to Push Button publishing... :-)&lt;br /&gt;Signin out..&lt;br /&gt;Sudha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-6782339695899882291?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/6782339695899882291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/02/old-draft-published.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/6782339695899882291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/6782339695899882291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/02/old-draft-published.html' title='An Old Draft published!!'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-502446460119773037</id><published>2011-02-24T22:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-24T22:39:11.994+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Campus Talks..</title><content type='html'>A lot is happening in and around the univ..Feburary comes..And there is a string of Symposiums and Cultural events keeping us entertained..Thanks to the UG kids who organise..It is gr8 fun watchin stuff.. Dedication booths, Filler rounds, Music nite,Mokkai movie screening,Movie stars visiting campus!!Whoa...It is a pity tat i missed the variety show..Otherwise it was good fun..While watchin the Battle of Bands the guys were time passing with filler rounds..The first filler was the girl with pink nail polish to come on stage..It is a long time since i have gone to stage and i was really scared..Luckily another girl walked up..And i missed a naturals gift voucher and a tee shirt!!! Wish tat i can be back to the stage one day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-502446460119773037?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/502446460119773037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/02/campus-talks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/502446460119773037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/502446460119773037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/02/campus-talks.html' title='Campus Talks..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-8755429766735617283</id><published>2011-02-14T09:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-14T09:52:30.054+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's day spl..</title><content type='html'>Joining a grad school was a gr8 aspiration 4 me 3 yrs back..Now wen i luk into this comic tat i received today morn am wondering if i will risk myself into tat situation..&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQNgwo3YM-o/TVit4lGriVI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Ea-St6K0pNs/s1600/vday.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQNgwo3YM-o/TVit4lGriVI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Ea-St6K0pNs/s320/vday.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573395726415399250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-8755429766735617283?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/8755429766735617283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day-spl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/8755429766735617283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/8755429766735617283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day-spl.html' title='Valentine&apos;s day spl..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQNgwo3YM-o/TVit4lGriVI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Ea-St6K0pNs/s72-c/vday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-5621442929913900265</id><published>2011-02-09T19:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-09T19:47:55.095+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Fact of life!!</title><content type='html'>All of us must have experienced this in life..It is the kind of possibilities that human beings can achieve when they are stretched..When u wanna improve u just gotto give the extra push and hold on and just dont give up..And then u reach a new comfort level and become a better and stronger person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Rocky Balboa's words "The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place and it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain’t how hard you hit; it’s about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done. Now, if you know what you’re worth, then go out and get what you’re worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hit, and not pointing fingers saying you ain’t where you are because of him, or her, or anybody. Cowards do that and that ain’t you. You’re better than that!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-5621442929913900265?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/5621442929913900265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/02/amazing-fact-of-life.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5621442929913900265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5621442929913900265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/02/amazing-fact-of-life.html' title='Amazing Fact of life!!'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-5646391234739238238</id><published>2011-01-28T20:55:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-28T21:19:27.274+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wow..Am half way thru!!!</title><content type='html'>So finally am improving!!! My Indi rank has increased to 52..I dont expect much as my blog is more personal kind and i keep chewing old cud like cow!! Whenever i flip thru my diary al u can see a very similair pattern..Same applies to my blog too..Any hw..A bit of regular blogging has pulled me out of the depressing 30!!!&lt;br /&gt;When i got the mail i was super excited and logged in..This is wat i got!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TULlMGcYkrI/AAAAAAAAApY/2ZtJZgRujwA/s1600/indi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TULlMGcYkrI/AAAAAAAAApY/2ZtJZgRujwA/s320/indi.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567264085434208946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And comin home..Chked out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TULlb77F7WI/AAAAAAAAApg/Z1GO7Kv72qk/s1600/indist.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TULlb77F7WI/AAAAAAAAApg/Z1GO7Kv72qk/s320/indist.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567264357488127330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-5646391234739238238?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/5646391234739238238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/01/wowam-half-way-thru.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5646391234739238238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5646391234739238238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/01/wowam-half-way-thru.html' title='Wow..Am half way thru!!!'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TULlMGcYkrI/AAAAAAAAApY/2ZtJZgRujwA/s72-c/indi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-3355986542668820609</id><published>2011-01-23T16:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-23T16:47:27.533+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some of Best things life can offer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TTwNxShxZxI/AAAAAAAAApQ/UZ740p-VMQQ/s1600/bestthingsinlife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TTwNxShxZxI/AAAAAAAAApQ/UZ740p-VMQQ/s320/bestthingsinlife.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565338379961329426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few best moments which life offers for every one..&lt;br /&gt;*Confiding ur deepest secrets with your best friend whom u meet after years and find time shortening the distance between u and her.&lt;br /&gt;*Watching the golden moon through the tree tops on a full moon day.&lt;br /&gt;*Lazing on the bed on a weekend hearing music matching your mood.&lt;br /&gt;*Eating slowly a five rs dairy milk and reading a romance story book.&lt;br /&gt;*Going on a late nite shopping spree when the shops are about to be closed.&lt;br /&gt;*Having hot water bath for an hour and more in a rainy winter morning.&lt;br /&gt;*Crying as if ur heart mite break watching a movie.&lt;br /&gt;*Stealing from ur neighbor's plate even after a heavy meal.&lt;br /&gt;*Walking through the clouds.( Thala kaveri experience)..&lt;br /&gt;*Laughing till the stomach aches..&lt;br /&gt;*Friendly bickering with flat mate..&lt;br /&gt;*Savoring every moment of this drama called life with all its pains and joys..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-3355986542668820609?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/3355986542668820609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/01/some-of-best-things-life-can-offer.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/3355986542668820609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/3355986542668820609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/01/some-of-best-things-life-can-offer.html' title='Some of Best things life can offer...'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TTwNxShxZxI/AAAAAAAAApQ/UZ740p-VMQQ/s72-c/bestthingsinlife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-31241126896102117</id><published>2011-01-18T15:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-18T15:32:00.217+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Relooking on my wrk progress today..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TTVlDRQohoI/AAAAAAAAAoo/EsvmiIqqLd0/s1600/q2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TTVlDRQohoI/AAAAAAAAAoo/EsvmiIqqLd0/s320/q2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563464021533296258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-31241126896102117?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/31241126896102117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/01/relooking-on-my-wrk-progress-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/31241126896102117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/31241126896102117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/01/relooking-on-my-wrk-progress-today.html' title='Relooking on my wrk progress today..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TTVlDRQohoI/AAAAAAAAAoo/EsvmiIqqLd0/s72-c/q2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-3915169998059489478</id><published>2011-01-11T10:45:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-11T11:28:46.634+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Bachelor Apt</title><content type='html'>Wat happens wen u r suddenly the senior most in a bachelors apt and u have ur frnds as room mates??Till yesterday the milk packet will lie at the door till the even or pathetically in the fridge..Now surprisingly A would have boiled the milk and made coffee for you and YOU go and make complan for V!!Today morn 2 busy bodies were in the kitchen one making breakfast and the other lunch and most brilliantly i have left the lunch box back at home!!When the TV is switched on it can be heard at ground floor..U suddenly find company to make plans and to quarrel at the top of ur voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things come indeed with a price too na!!Yesterday the immersion heater was merrily blazing in the floor as dearest V had forgot the switch it off..I have to keep on telling  switch off the lights and the cell phone chargers when unattended at the plug points (Doing my electrical engineer duty!!)..Sometimes the water gets over or the tap was forgetfully left open..And worst of all i get up soon and have started liking it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-3915169998059489478?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/3915169998059489478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/01/bachelor-apt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/3915169998059489478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/3915169998059489478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/01/bachelor-apt.html' title='The Bachelor Apt'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-1561638286560391628</id><published>2011-01-09T21:40:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-09T21:50:55.956+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote for today..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TSngINNepnI/AAAAAAAAAoI/YiO7h_lK7KE/s1600/bag_of_money.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TSngINNepnI/AAAAAAAAAoI/YiO7h_lK7KE/s320/bag_of_money.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560221646555358834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u wanna feel rich just count the things that money cant buy.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling rich this moment!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-1561638286560391628?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/1561638286560391628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/01/quote-for-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/1561638286560391628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/1561638286560391628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2011/01/quote-for-today.html' title='Quote for today..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TSngINNepnI/AAAAAAAAAoI/YiO7h_lK7KE/s72-c/bag_of_money.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-932507507226753368</id><published>2010-12-31T11:30:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-31T11:47:20.608+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye 2010!!</title><content type='html'>So this yr has come to an end..From blogging point of view statistically the number of articles have come down..30 in 2010 from 47 in 2009..Any how am keeping up the tempo rite..Tats gud news..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TR10LnM0WlI/AAAAAAAAAoA/6lJcjrZFokU/s1600/bye2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TR10LnM0WlI/AAAAAAAAAoA/6lJcjrZFokU/s320/bye2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556725258095188562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At coll we rounded off the yr with fun at the beach..List of chettais all successfully done rite frm mass bunk to getting chided by police patrol and a big fight at the baji shop.. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Ready for greater adventure in 2011..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-932507507226753368?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/932507507226753368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/12/bye-bye-2010.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/932507507226753368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/932507507226753368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/12/bye-bye-2010.html' title='Bye Bye 2010!!'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TR10LnM0WlI/AAAAAAAAAoA/6lJcjrZFokU/s72-c/bye2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-7349329961541674632</id><published>2010-12-25T15:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-25T15:51:25.729+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote for the day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.poppendieck.com/graphics/CGE0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 369px;" src="http://www.poppendieck.com/graphics/CGE0.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not believe in a thing because you have read about it in a book.&lt;br /&gt;Do not believe in a thing because another man has said it was true.&lt;br /&gt;Do not believe in words because they are hallowed by tradition.&lt;br /&gt;Find out the truth for yourself. Reason it out. That is realization.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-7349329961541674632?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/7349329961541674632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/12/do-not-believe-in-thing-because-you.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/7349329961541674632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/7349329961541674632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/12/do-not-believe-in-thing-because-you.html' title='Quote for the day..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-8191064335838697483</id><published>2010-12-19T20:48:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-19T21:52:22.305+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Battling the cold</title><content type='html'>Its darn cold here.In Rajastan and Haryana its minus 4 degree..Che is not tat bad but wishing tat we have room heaters in Che just like North America or Europe..Atleast a hot water bottle..Ironically cold is considered to be good..It told so in religion too..Christmas-the season of happiness is when the temperature dips to the lowest.Also for the Hindus this is the auspicious month of Margazhi and those who are religious get up as early as 3:30. Even now in Che there are orthodox people who get up tat early and sing in the streets the praises of the lord..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.clipartof.com/small/33846-Clipart-Illustration-Of-A-Chilly-Penguin-Mascot-Cartoon-Character-Warming-His-Hands-Over-A-Fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 375px;" src="http://images.clipartof.com/small/33846-Clipart-Illustration-Of-A-Chilly-Penguin-Mascot-Cartoon-Character-Warming-His-Hands-Over-A-Fire.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaar ena panaalum sari..I prefer curling up tight in my bed til the bell rings in my head to get ready to coll..I prefer sipping the hot coffee tat my room mate makes..I frequent tat canteen which serves previous day sambar for that hot pongal..I would love hanging a Christmas star home though i will be snuggled and fast asleep on Christmas eve..Filled with the warmth and love of friends in this cold season..Sipping a cup of hot water and signing off..SudhA :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-8191064335838697483?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/8191064335838697483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/12/battling-cold.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/8191064335838697483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/8191064335838697483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/12/battling-cold.html' title='Battling the cold'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-8489717079048258689</id><published>2010-12-14T08:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-14T08:31:22.961+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Slice of life - 2</title><content type='html'>This week end i went on a flying visit to my native to c a frnd of mine.. The visit was not much eventual but the travel was.. A meet with an interesting kid in the up journey and a bus breakdown in the down journey..The moment i saw the kid i knew that he is going to make news at this column.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clipartoday.com/_thumbs/034/B/Bus_4_tnb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 297px;" src="http://www.clipartoday.com/_thumbs/034/B/Bus_4_tnb.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a typical Y generation kid i guess..If kids grow up like him then grown ups are gonna have a tuf time managing them.. Initially "He" was throwing sidelong glances at me which was making me giggle..One punch dialogue is something that i cant forget..Wen i used to c him he would cover his face or turn his back..Getting fed up with this chinna pillathanamaana game i didnt mind him for a while..Then he came near me and spoke out loud.."Ivanga thoonguraangala alla paakuraangala?" with a cheeky grin..This was too much for me..So i told "Come little fellow we can talk"..And wat al he talked!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He :"Neenga Ratha Sarithuran paathuteengala? Endhiran epa paatheenga?Naan seventh day ae paathutaen..Ungaluku own house a ala rent a? Enga thangirukeenga ? Veedu katta evalavu aachu? Enga chithappa veetla 2 lakhs ku tv , 75000 ku fridge , 25000 ku fish tank irukku..Enga appa mobile evalavu theriyuma? 40,000 (Told with stress) Enga amma mobile 25000 thaan..Naan ungata oru secret solluraen..Naan Maths la kota vitutaen..Yaarukum theriyaathu..En frnds....bla bla bla.. Naanum en frndum senthu kotavitom.. Naanga intha game veladuvom( with a pretty accurate and vivid description of the game)..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: !!! and jaalra..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this from a fourth std kid who sounded more materialistic than most grown ups i have met..Now i realize the import of the oft repeated statement "Kids take up wat adults do and talk"..This innocence this brilliance of childhood..Please dont go away!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-8489717079048258689?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/8489717079048258689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/12/slice-of-life-2.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/8489717079048258689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/8489717079048258689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/12/slice-of-life-2.html' title='Slice of life - 2'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-2947143367070957157</id><published>2010-12-10T14:52:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-10T15:11:30.938+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Resolution for 2011</title><content type='html'>I was initially toying up with the idea of having a regular column one for each day of the week..But have to admit that such stuff does not work out with me..Writing inspiration is something tat gotto be spontaneous..So right now have decided not to care abt my IndiBlogger rank..(Am the fox which told that the grapes are sour!!!)..and tra la..will continue in my own random mad way..New year is round the corner and am excitedly taking stock of this yr..Just as hoped for 2010 was much much better than 2009..Coll life at Anna univ has been simply gr8!!Yeah there were a few experiences tat were not so good..But they have made me a better person and am really grateful for them..So wat plans of blogging next yr??Easy..Be myself!!! Try to frequent as often as possible but no suicidal idea like regular columns..May be after a period of time with due practice may be i can implement this idea as 2012 resolution..This proj is shelved for now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-2947143367070957157?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/2947143367070957157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/12/blogging-resolution-for-2011.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/2947143367070957157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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fan..Hoping so much that strict examiner cant make to coll for tomo's review..&lt;br /&gt;* People at canteen have stopped making Idli's as more sambar is getting consumed..It's so silly..Then can at least try increasing the price by 50 p to balance..Watsoever so the next time i have idli will only be at Murugan idli shop..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-4661751328783220890?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/4661751328783220890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/12/random-thots-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/4661751328783220890'/><link 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pathetic!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Its steadily raining here again..Tats bad omen..heralding review on tuesday and madame sudha is gng to press the panic button and rush her wrk to show something passable!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-7905547461258286052?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/7905547461258286052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/12/news-update-ii.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/7905547461258286052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/7905547461258286052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/12/news-update-ii.html' title='Happening Around -2'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-1626736868555294416</id><published>2010-12-02T09:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-02T09:58:13.320+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote for Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TPcgTLMGDZI/AAAAAAAAAmI/vinUKyjp1m0/s1600/live.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TPcgTLMGDZI/AAAAAAAAAmI/vinUKyjp1m0/s320/live.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545936979923176850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-1626736868555294416?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/1626736868555294416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/12/quote-for-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-6987633953846902411</id><published>2010-12-01T14:42:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-10T14:52:13.403+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happening Around..1</title><content type='html'>This column is for random interesting happenings around..&lt;br /&gt;Today's news..State level sports meet for the differently abled took place in the campus grounds..Participants were from St Joseph Madurai,Louis School for Blind,Adayar.&lt;br /&gt;I could see a gang of deaf kids animatedly talking in their sign language..A girl in crutches leading a blind kid..It was a completely diff atmosphere..I could not have the opportunity of lingering longer in tat scene..But these random snapshots have left indelible marks in the corners of my mind..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-6987633953846902411?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/6987633953846902411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/12/news-update1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/6987633953846902411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/6987633953846902411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/12/news-update1.html' title='Happening Around..1'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-7919740756998557373</id><published>2010-12-01T14:15:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-01T14:41:55.671+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Slice of Life...1</title><content type='html'>Today it stuck me tat something has to be renewed this month to give new impetus to this blog of mine..So starts this column Slice of life which tells little anecdotes &lt;br /&gt;on the fly..&lt;br /&gt;A brief encounter at the Medical Center in the University..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TPYQyOPjFGI/AAAAAAAAAmA/WGAH0lG7K5s/s1600/2714_picture_of_a_stylistic_image_of_a_female_doctor_checking_blood_pressure.jpg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TPYQyOPjFGI/AAAAAAAAAmA/WGAH0lG7K5s/s320/2714_picture_of_a_stylistic_image_of_a_female_doctor_checking_blood_pressure.jpg.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545638446156158050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U wait outside the medical officer's room for 15 mins..Then u enter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She : So wat's ur problem?&lt;br /&gt;Me  :HeadAche&lt;br /&gt;She :Exams over??&lt;br /&gt;Me  :Yeah,,But thesis..review..Blah Blah..Stress..blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;She :(Checking BP)Hmm many reasons..Blah Blah..&lt;br /&gt;Me  :(Half scared..Faltering voice)Ok..&lt;br /&gt;She :U can have injection..&lt;br /&gt;Me  :Wat???@@!!&lt;br /&gt;She :Ok..Take these tabs..Take 1 1/2 tab..Thrice a day..&lt;br /&gt;Me  :(Read prescription)Calpal..Oh..Ithukuthaana??&lt;br /&gt;She :Wen feeling better come Back to me..&lt;br /&gt;Me  :Ok ok!!(I could have got the same in the dispensary!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chappa vishayathuku over scene na ithuthaan..Hmmm and i took a full meals at canteen and no tabs..Now perfectly fine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-7919740756998557373?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/7919740756998557373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/12/slice-of-life1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/7919740756998557373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/7919740756998557373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/12/slice-of-life1.html' title='Slice of Life...1'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TPYQyOPjFGI/AAAAAAAAAmA/WGAH0lG7K5s/s72-c/2714_picture_of_a_stylistic_image_of_a_female_doctor_checking_blood_pressure.jpg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-8901700571444575039</id><published>2010-11-25T22:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-25T22:30:53.743+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It is just the Steady Rain..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.topnews.in/files/Heavy-Rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 389px;" src="http://www.topnews.in/files/Heavy-Rain.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am gazing through the bars in the balcony..There is a steady downpour..Hmmm..The rain gods are bored it seems..May be tats y they are playing a monotonous tune..Am like going in rounds and rounds around this thesis topic of mine..ITs just like this dull rain..Pitter patter..Pitter patter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.postdocsforum.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/phd080210s.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 260px;" src="http://www.postdocsforum.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/phd080210s.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-8901700571444575039?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/8901700571444575039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-is-just-steady-rain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/8901700571444575039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/8901700571444575039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-is-just-steady-rain.html' title='It is just the Steady Rain..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-3781199063215448127</id><published>2010-10-02T13:04:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-02T14:29:59.964+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Down the Memory Lane..</title><content type='html'>Life has changed a lot since childhood.Sometimes we go on reflection mood,put rewind button and go back in time..These are few really vivid memories which i still remember as though it happened yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TKbwygm-jwI/AAAAAAAAAkg/d0lyLurkP8g/s1600/cool-cartoon-2150095.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TKbwygm-jwI/AAAAAAAAAkg/d0lyLurkP8g/s320/cool-cartoon-2150095.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523366743554035458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dad teaching me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gayathri mantra&lt;/span&gt; while giving me a bath when i was at LKG.&lt;br /&gt;*Walking with Amma to Karumariamman temple in EllisNagar when i was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;*Visits to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hanuman koil&lt;/span&gt; with my paternal grandma and the vadai and tulsi given as prasadam.&lt;br /&gt;*Urging Sakthi autokaran(He used to drop me and my friends at school) to go through &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;puddles&lt;/span&gt; which we named as Pacific Ocean and Indian Ocean during rainy season.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quiz time &lt;/span&gt;at dinner with Bournvita cards given by Vasan perippa.&lt;br /&gt;*My &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4th std summer holidays&lt;/span&gt; when dad used to buy me an ice cream or cool drink everyday.&lt;br /&gt;*Going to swimming class and Future kids with my cousin during summer hols and how we used to wave handkerchief while traveling in bike shouting "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Enga kodi parakuthu&lt;/span&gt;" and shaking hands with strangers on stopping at signal.&lt;br /&gt;*How i used to get ready to school in my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'Exile period'&lt;/span&gt; at perima's house..Perima plaiting my hair ,me having hot dosas and Sambar and talking to granny simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;*Reading 'The Valley Adventure' at Lakshmi school entrance lobby during lunch break and laughing out loud reading &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'Kiki's jokes'&lt;/span&gt; making onlookers wonder if I am mad.&lt;br /&gt;*My &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13th birthday&lt;/span&gt; when parents gave me greeting cards and presents.&lt;br /&gt;*Playing &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;choppu jaamaa&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with my cousins and steaming idlis in it with Jhansi aiyamma's help..&lt;br /&gt;*The &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nilla choru&lt;/span&gt; with chapaathis and bananas with keerthi and vaanathi on Jhansi aiyammaa's mottai maadi.&lt;br /&gt;*When keerthi and i had to eat one full bowl of chicken fried rice in the chinese restaurant that wen went out with Pandichelvam maama..&lt;br /&gt;*When i got &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;first rank&lt;/span&gt; for the first time in Seventh Std and the watch i got from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;*The &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;secret garden&lt;/span&gt; in which Rams,Nakhs and me had a fancy and the tomato plant that we grew there.&lt;br /&gt;*Watching Smurfs,Flintstones,Scoobydoo,Captain planet and Jetsons in cartoon network with Ram.&lt;br /&gt;*Giving elephant rides &amp; upumuttais and climbing the  loft with Ram..I still remember him calling "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Poppy..poppy..enga iruka&lt;/span&gt;" and searching for me when we used to play the hide and seek game when he was barely a year old..I would have hid inside the washing machine!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*How my little bro used to turn chairs upside down drag the vacuum cleaner and with tumblers fixed in his fist play the role of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'SwatCats'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*My '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cabin&lt;/span&gt;' room with the one table two beds and two cupboards in the pankajam colony house which i had all through my high school..I still remember the evening sunlight streaming through the window making me feel that this is the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'Bestest' room a girl can ever get&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish to go back in time..But when these memories flood into my eyes a drop of tear falls through the edge..&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Am grateful that i had a wonderful childhood!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-3781199063215448127?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/3781199063215448127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/10/down-memory-lane.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/3781199063215448127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/3781199063215448127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/10/down-memory-lane.html' title='Down the Memory Lane..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TKbwygm-jwI/AAAAAAAAAkg/d0lyLurkP8g/s72-c/cool-cartoon-2150095.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-9065668234157897447</id><published>2010-08-25T15:29:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-25T16:01:05.001+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rearing Danny</title><content type='html'>So its almost a month since Danny has been home!!!Taking into account the life span of Siamese fighter fishes its quite sometime that he has been here and the good news is that he is really &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; home with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/THTwo5dOigI/AAAAAAAAAf8/VYlo2tNJ-Tw/s1600/danny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/THTwo5dOigI/AAAAAAAAAf8/VYlo2tNJ-Tw/s320/danny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509292829589801474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a tough ride with him the initial days..He was sulking in the corner not taking food..Then i did few things that made him  happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There is some kinda water problem in Adayar i think.Barely 2 days i changed water i noticed salt deposits at the rim of the bowl and the Danny sluggish..Tat fellow was also pampered in his pet store with mineral water..So despite our limited resources Danny enjoys one bowl full of mineral water each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Then i changed his food.Initially i bought a 40 Rs bottle full of food pellets which i crushed and fed him everyday..First few day he spat back whatever he ate. Over a period of time he started eating lesser and lesser till it became nothing..My Highness must have come from a royal family.Extremely worried i bought him a pack of dried blood worms worth 200 bucks and he gorges them like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The final smart thing that i did was to add 2 drops of AQUATIC REMEDIES every time i change water.Initially there were some white spots on his scales..Now they are all gone and he is a merry kid prancing around his bowl playfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is even thinking about starting his own family and blowing little bubbles on the top of the bowl!!Am thinking of breeding him..But that's costly business involving lot of time and money!!!I always wanted to give the best to Danny..So lets c wat awaits him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-9065668234157897447?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/9065668234157897447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/08/rearing-danny.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/9065668234157897447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/9065668234157897447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/08/rearing-danny.html' title='Rearing Danny'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/THTwo5dOigI/AAAAAAAAAf8/VYlo2tNJ-Tw/s72-c/danny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-8924801717425798650</id><published>2010-08-03T22:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-03T23:06:34.904+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Career Choice</title><content type='html'>Our college canteen is damn crowded these days in the morning..We have to wait for 45 minutes in the queue to get a chapatti..Reason??? Its counseling time!!!The word couseling has now become a mockery..Students rite now are making blind career choices..Medicine or Engineering..As though choosing between having vada and baji..Parents and schools are too not looking into the rite aptitude of the child before deciding his/her life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By chance i came to know this really good website http://www.careertest.net which i from my point of view every student should take after class 12.First and foremost one has to be really truthful while taking the test..It is meant to help u..There is no good personality or bad personality in the world..U turn out to be an extraordinary personality by celebrating life and being yourself and doing the job that suits ur personality.My report is pretty accurate as it matches my aptitude and liking.Check out what urs is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  report: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TFhTATHaK4I/AAAAAAAAAfs/GgX7l0I5rmQ/s1600/mod.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TFhTATHaK4I/AAAAAAAAAfs/GgX7l0I5rmQ/s320/mod.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501238209429515138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careers which will suit me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TFhTZRoA3PI/AAAAAAAAAf0/j4B_ORWp23U/s1600/career.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TFhTZRoA3PI/AAAAAAAAAf0/j4B_ORWp23U/s320/career.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501238638526127346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-8924801717425798650?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/8924801717425798650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/08/career-choice.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/8924801717425798650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/8924801717425798650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/08/career-choice.html' title='Career Choice'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TFhTATHaK4I/AAAAAAAAAfs/GgX7l0I5rmQ/s72-c/mod.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-8243038803410406587</id><published>2010-07-31T14:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-31T14:33:40.761+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Meet Danny...</title><content type='html'>The first living thing tat am completely in charge of..My latest obsession..A real sweet heart..Tats my sweet dear Danny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TFPmtWkNxqI/AAAAAAAAAfk/WRE1YvnSh7Q/s1600/Snapshot_20100731_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TFPmtWkNxqI/AAAAAAAAAfk/WRE1YvnSh7Q/s320/Snapshot_20100731_7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499993236775487138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-8243038803410406587?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/8243038803410406587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/07/meet-danny.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/8243038803410406587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/8243038803410406587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/07/meet-danny.html' title='Meet Danny...'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/TFPmtWkNxqI/AAAAAAAAAfk/WRE1YvnSh7Q/s72-c/Snapshot_20100731_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-453705075849524302</id><published>2010-07-24T16:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-24T17:35:55.152+05:30</updated><title type='text'>We need a different stance in Kashmir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thecandideye.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/kashmir-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 574px; height: 343px;" src="http://thecandideye.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/kashmir-photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kashmir has been seething since early June. Life across the Muslim-majority valley has been completely disrupted by curfews and protest strikes since some of the biggest anti-India demonstrations in two years erupted a month ago.Seventeen people, mostly teenage protesters, have been killed by security forces in near daily pro-freedom demonstrations fuelling anger across the disputed Himalayan region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India blames Pakistan-based militants for the ongoing Kashmir protests but Kashmiris say the protests are spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When deaths, terror and curfews become norm, protests and anger is what comes as response. However, in its reality the frequent protests in Kashmir are not the outcome of the retaliation against the killings that happens with the passage of time. It is, instead, associated with the sentiment of freedom that lies deeply embedded within the hearts of people. Had killings been the only reason, then people would have simply demanded justice or the culprits being brought to the book. But every time there is a protest in Kashmir people raise slogans “we want freedom,” “Go India Go”. It is a fight between the Azadi and Occupation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let Kashmiris have their say!!!The problem is political instability that will rock the valley if the Indian government leaves control..But guns in the valley is not a solution to this problem..The Y generation in Kashmir are in every way capable of leading governing themselves..Kashmir has become a liability for the nation though it is a crowning treasure by its intrinsic value..So what to do??LET GO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold some water in your palm.As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow it to remain there, it will always be there. However, if you attempt to close your fingers round it and try to posses it, it will spill through the first cracks it finds.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"You can curfew their lanes but not their dreams."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-453705075849524302?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/453705075849524302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-need-different-stance-in-kashmir.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/453705075849524302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/453705075849524302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-need-different-stance-in-kashmir.html' title='We need a different stance in Kashmir'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-7606766286617267104</id><published>2010-07-22T20:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-22T20:18:07.395+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Out of stock!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rc-hobbies.co.uk/images/OutOfStock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.rc-hobbies.co.uk/images/OutOfStock.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am hearing this quite often these days...Esp in supermarkets and wen u desperately want..Its something as simple as a roll of cotton or a tooth paste..Stuff that u can get in ordinary pazhasara kadai..Out of Stock!!!??So much but so little..U dont get wat u want ultimately!!! Long live our good old pazhasara  kadai...:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-7606766286617267104?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/7606766286617267104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/07/out-of-stock.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/7606766286617267104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/7606766286617267104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/07/out-of-stock.html' title='Out of stock!!'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-1819590441391819425</id><published>2010-06-02T08:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-02T09:06:37.803+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Story of Mr.X Y and Z</title><content type='html'>My first experience in the industry kicked of yesterday and phew,,Corporate sucks(the blood outta u)!!!Leave aside the posh infrastructure and the free coffee inside..the work is really back breaking..And whom do we work for??Some xyz who pays us for our services.One realization some how hit me this afternoon while i was staring blank at the computer screen..Yesterday evening there was a birthday party at the cafeteria and employees were ragging a fresher asking questions.The guy had worked in a consumer electronics company before he had joined here it seems.He has been working on burglar alarms.But he does not have a burglar alarm at home as it is too costly for him to afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.clipartof.com/small/30185-Clipart-Illustration-Of-A-Group-Of-Silhouetted-Male-And-Female-Corporate-Business-People-Standing-In-Front-Of-A-Background-Of-Gray-City-Skyscrapers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 281px;" src="http://images.clipartof.com/small/30185-Clipart-Illustration-Of-A-Group-Of-Silhouetted-Male-And-Female-Corporate-Business-People-Standing-In-Front-Of-A-Background-Of-Gray-City-Skyscrapers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key point that i want to make here is Mr.X has designed a burglar alarm with his hard work.I agree that Mr.X has a good pay.But Mr.Y who employs him sells the product to Mr.Z atleast 20 times salary of Mr.X.Mr.Z sells it(1000+)customers at 3 times salary of X .Mr.Z doesnot work.But he enjoys the benefit of the work of Mr.X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my knowledge it is the developing countries who work their arse off to sell of services and products to the developed world.But the question is why sell ur services to them (Mr.Z) and buy from them at higher cost.Mr.Z simply provides specifications.Mr.Y provides infrastructure.But when Mr.X is able to work y cant he work out the specs from common man's need,beg borrow steal and set infrastructure that Mr.Y provides enjoy the benefits of one's own work? Am not a communist.But should not the one who works who should have the maximum benefit?If Mr.X does not learn to be Mr.Z all his hard work is not going to pay his real worth and developing countries will still remain developing till the world ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-1819590441391819425?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/1819590441391819425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/06/story-of-mrx-y-and-z.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/1819590441391819425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/1819590441391819425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/06/story-of-mrx-y-and-z.html' title='Story of Mr.X Y and Z'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-1773968128443884296</id><published>2010-05-09T10:29:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-09T10:51:03.572+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nothing can beat Mom's cooking..</title><content type='html'>Am a kinda person who will never skip breakfast,miss my lunch or starve without my dinner..I takes pains tat my stomach is filled regularly or it will start putting its tantrums by growling endlessly..&lt;br /&gt;So away from home though i heavily criticize mom's way of cooking i have no other go than consulting her wen it comes to easy cooking at weekends..Simple common sense rules that cannot be found in cook books are passed through word and mouth..&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell u some of my favorites which really works out in the kitchen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Corn flour and rice flour together along with an egg is the best marinate for chicken 65&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When ur dosa is gets sticky even if u use a half cut big onion.Make an omelet on the pan and then make ur dosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The best way to make fluffy omelet is to use pour a good amount of oil in the pan.Add a chilly cut into small pieces.Pour the beaten egg mixed with a pinch of salt and immediately turn the flame to simmer..Sprinkle pepper and jeera powder.Wen its half boiled turn the side of the omelet and take is immediately of the pan.The effect is really gr8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wen it comes to making tomato rice if the base is cooked adding a bit of spices tat mom tells (anaasi poo and kraambu) the net result is something tasty and different from the (ugh!!!) canteen tomato rice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list can go on..Lot more to learn from mama's kitchen..Yeah i do agree that some awesome guides are aunts,grannies and some magazines like mangaiyar malar..But Nothing can beat Mom's cooking..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-1773968128443884296?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/1773968128443884296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/05/nothing-can-beat-moms-cooking.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/1773968128443884296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/1773968128443884296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/05/nothing-can-beat-moms-cooking.html' title='Nothing can beat Mom&apos;s cooking..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-6483403689690158462</id><published>2010-04-30T20:11:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-30T20:27:48.681+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daddy!!!</title><content type='html'>When it comes to expressing their love and regard to parents youth today seldom do it..Especially in the growing period..ie end of schooling and college.And in India ironically its parents slogging for children and children seldom realizing it..I too belong to this category..Especially in last few years its like i have not been telling how debted am to my parents as am busy living my own life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.open.salon.com/files/father_and_daughter1245377149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 404px; height: 303px;" src="http://static.open.salon.com/files/father_and_daughter1245377149.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to my Daddy..He is the best daddy one can get...Dad is not great fun like friends..But he is the kind of person who never made me ask "Dad.I want this.."He always anticipates our needs and its granted..My room mate always used to tell"Ur dad is the symbol of father!!! We can build a statue for him in Mount Road"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To the Best DAD in the world.."HAPPY BIRTHDAY"&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-6483403689690158462?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/6483403689690158462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-daddy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/6483403689690158462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/6483403689690158462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Daddy!!!'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-8954627644682456389</id><published>2010-04-30T18:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-30T19:09:30.014+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All messed up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jeriwesterson.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/cluttered_desk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 259px;" src="http://jeriwesterson.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/cluttered_desk.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its exam time now!!!There is the usual kind of mood swing in me and all i think of right now is to put in some time for myself.Right now am recklessly doing wat i like..Reading blogs eating chocolate truffle..Sleeping for 8 hrs per day with all my stuff unorganized..The concept is like this..U fling urself into a mess and have maximum fun..Then prettily organize..(key point is that u should not let the mess out of control)Then u will like it and wont feel like learning is something boring..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-8954627644682456389?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/8954627644682456389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-messed-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/8954627644682456389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/8954627644682456389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-messed-up.html' title='All messed up...'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-8151321789283025318</id><published>2010-04-28T21:01:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:17:02.345+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Burp!!!</title><content type='html'>If u want me to recommend a good vegetarian hotel in adayar..I would definitely say one and only Sangeetha..The prices are nominal..And wat u get is more than for what u pay..Sometimes too filling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.delish.com/cm/delish/images/9H/B39BA571B395B1D861B8F65CC08E97.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.delish.com/cm/delish/images/9H/B39BA571B395B1D861B8F65CC08E97.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i dropped in to have a fruit salad...I was served a neatly arranged mixture of apple,pineapple,orange,strawberry, grapes,pomegranates and papaya with jelly dressing and vanilla topping and a cherry on the top and whoa!!I went for a small snack..But it turned out to be dinner..Now am burping and drifting into sleep..The first time wen my friend and i went ter we were asked to write a feedback form..We wrote.."Give us small servings at lesser cost..We should be able to walk out of the restaurant at least"..Sangeetha please reconsider wat we told!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-8151321789283025318?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/8151321789283025318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/04/burp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/8151321789283025318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/8151321789283025318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/04/burp.html' title='Burp!!!'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-5626614841863393896</id><published>2010-03-13T18:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-13T18:31:34.342+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"Pulse" represents me..</title><content type='html'>Am really excited a lot with my new theme..It is named by its creator as pulse..Incidentally it indicates my pulse..Especially few elements in it..At the top right corner is a big bright sunflower..Tat is one flower that holds my fascination..In final year wen i was a day scholar on way to coll i have seen large stretches of sun flower cultivated for oil extraction in the wasteland by the highway..It would be a wonderful sight with all the heads beautifully turned towards the rising sun..In my LKG dance i remember doing the role of Sunflower..So subconsciously i kinda relate myself to the flower i like the most..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A band of pink in above the title is a stroke of my femininity.The base of the template is wood and there is a maple leaf at the left bottom signifying my favorite season autumn which signifies warmth willingness for change..The paper base is a warm orange with a glow..Something that is really appealing to me..The cute clip on the left corner is really cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of al in the left bottom is a cup of coffee..Coffee is my favorite drink..U wanna be a frnd of mine??Take me to a coffee shop..That my weakness..Coming to the right there is an ink pen and a roll of crushed paper..If you know me u will know why i relate it to me :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few flaws which i would try my best to correct when am free..But overall am very much satisfied with this theme..Hope it remains 4 quite sometime here..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-5626614841863393896?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/5626614841863393896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/03/pulse-represents-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5626614841863393896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5626614841863393896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/03/pulse-represents-me.html' title='&quot;Pulse&quot; represents me..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-7584138464265764199</id><published>2010-03-05T23:01:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:30:02.432+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How safe we are??</title><content type='html'>A couple of days back NDTV gave a flash news that 39 soverigns of gold has been stolen from Anna University staff quarters..The news was a gr8 shock to me as i considered the campus to be pretty safe..Talking to some staff members revealed an alarming fact that breaking into staff quarters is pretty common..One staff told that his own house has been graced by the visit of robbers thrice!!!!Reporting to the kotturpuram police station has elicted no response..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a security personal (an old man) caught a guy on the act of sneaking and wen he clutched the rouge's throat five to six men armed with sticks and knives appeared from nowhere!!!.."Naama varuvom povom but avangalukku( for the thugs) permanent residency namma university thaan" told one proffesor with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last semester one of my professors chased a thief stealing a bike..Few days after that incident a couple of laptops were reported lost..An occassional chain snatching outside the college is pretty common..I considered them as stray incidents..Now only do i realize that the situation is going beyond control..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The management is indeed taking baby steps.One significant investment is the installation of cameras all around the campus.But thats not enough..Greater awareness and co ordination among all the inmates of the university is required to fight this problem..Something has to be done before insecurity becomes a way of life here..Lets make a beginning..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-7584138464265764199?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/7584138464265764199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-safe-we-are.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/7584138464265764199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/7584138464265764199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-safe-we-are.html' title='How safe we are??'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-4410649030308207032</id><published>2010-02-14T18:36:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:01:36.587+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines day..</title><content type='html'>As as artist with his canvas painting patiently &lt;br /&gt;U poured in light through ur strokes of ur love&lt;br /&gt;My heart was in dark until u found me throu&lt;br /&gt;And i am wat i am today coz of u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S3f5QAQnDNI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/atwd7u26uLQ/s1600-h/Happy-Valentine-day-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S3f5QAQnDNI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/atwd7u26uLQ/s320/Happy-Valentine-day-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438089128416054482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY..To those who had touched my life in a way that i will never forget..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-4410649030308207032?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/4410649030308207032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/4410649030308207032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/4410649030308207032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines day..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S3f5QAQnDNI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/atwd7u26uLQ/s72-c/Happy-Valentine-day-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-6283804334441438971</id><published>2010-02-10T18:37:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:50:25.588+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kudos bhaiya!!!</title><content type='html'>How does a sister feel wen her brother is the all India topper in a competitive exam held by a reputed institute in his age group??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S3KyCkSVl3I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/r5zHbfv52wY/s1600-h/ramtimeresult.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S3KyCkSVl3I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/r5zHbfv52wY/s320/ramtimeresult.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436603457359681394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click on picture to view his results in TIME scholarship exam for std 8)&lt;br /&gt;I cant put that feel in words...Fist shock and wonder "EN THAMBIYA???!!"!!Then lot of pride and happiness..Finally an internal alarm that he will empty dad's pocket by getting his wish list items..an electric guitar a story bk costing 3K etc..Ram is not that nerdy type with book around him always..If he ever learns something he will do it out of interest or to confound me with questions!!Any how this is not enough 4 u Ram..U have a long way to go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-6283804334441438971?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/6283804334441438971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/02/kudos-bhaiya.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/6283804334441438971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/6283804334441438971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/02/kudos-bhaiya.html' title='Kudos bhaiya!!!'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S3KyCkSVl3I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/r5zHbfv52wY/s72-c/ramtimeresult.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-5185899005590685927</id><published>2010-01-31T12:58:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:17:37.569+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In quest of Being Ms Perfect..</title><content type='html'>I have always tried to be the perfect organised kid..Getting up soon taking a bath and going to coll 15 mins b4 class begins..Konjam overna i would like to tell my prayers regularly,learn atleast for 3 hrs per day, do home work regularly..But that never works..I know..I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blatherings.com/pics/2004/2004-10blatherpics/041015dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.blatherings.com/pics/2004/2004-10blatherpics/041015dance.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITs only day b4 internals i reach out books..It is only atleast 3 mins after class begins I mumble an excuse me and rush in..And am hoping that i have time to take bath daily...Ahem..But sometimes i wonder that in the corner of my heart i too love being imperfect..!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-5185899005590685927?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/5185899005590685927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-quest-of-being-ms-perfect.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5185899005590685927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5185899005590685927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-quest-of-being-ms-perfect.html' title='In quest of Being Ms Perfect..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-7771392273356891907</id><published>2010-01-31T12:43:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:00:19.663+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some of the best things that life can offer...</title><content type='html'>Life is all about moments that are lived rite? Few moments however leave a depth of impression in one's heart and they live forever as memories..The good news is that these moments do not come with a price tag.To put down a few they are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Confiding ur deepest secrets with your best friend whom u meet after years and find time shortening the distance between u and her.&lt;br /&gt;*Watching the golden moon through the tree tops on a full moon day.&lt;br /&gt;*Lazing on the bed on a weekend hearing music matching your mood.&lt;br /&gt;*Eating slowly a five rs dairy milk and reading a romance story book.&lt;br /&gt;*Going on a late nite shopping spree when the shops are about to be closed.&lt;br /&gt;*Having hot water bath for an hour and more in a rainy winter morning.&lt;br /&gt;*Crying as if ur heart mite break watching a movie!!&lt;br /&gt;*Stealing from ur neighbor's plate even after a heavy meal.&lt;br /&gt;*Walking through the clouds.( Thala kaveri experience)..&lt;br /&gt;*Laughing till the stomach aches..&lt;br /&gt;*Friendly bickering with flat mate..&lt;br /&gt;*Savoring every moment of this drama called life with all its pains and joys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-7771392273356891907?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/7771392273356891907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-of-best-things-that-life-can-offer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/7771392273356891907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/7771392273356891907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-of-best-things-that-life-can-offer.html' title='Some of the best things that life can offer...'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-4526720226300698369</id><published>2010-01-18T16:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:55:50.080+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Makeover!!!</title><content type='html'>Its quite sometime the Watercolor theme has been in my blog..Just tried out another for a change today..So we are moving from light shades to darker ones..There are few more areas in which i still gotto work on..For instance reducing the size of comments..Rite now am fed up with all those fiddling with the html script..To my horror i found tat some pics are completely out of alignment in the older posts..Yeah they got to be realigned deleted or whatsoever..But this is enough 4 today...Cheers for the new look :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-4526720226300698369?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/4526720226300698369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/01/makeover.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/4526720226300698369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/4526720226300698369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/01/makeover.html' title='Makeover!!!'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-5020348272902347975</id><published>2010-01-17T09:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-17T10:38:26.083+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Whither are we moving towards???</title><content type='html'>"Old age is a thief..U will never know when it steals towards u"..With each passing day a growing dread comes into me..Am growing a day older..What have i done??Today i was just flitting through my diary entries and i hit upon an entry which exactly matched my mood:an entry that i put up on 16 th april 2005..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today i wanna discuss about the ultimate futility of life and death..We come one day as helpless babies soliciting the help of mama then grow up to be hardened wretches create wonderful  illusions, weave dreams the end up earning money getting married raising babies and kicking the bucket!!!What's all this for???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is living a respectful life the ultimate goal??Some of my greatest role models are my own great grandmas and grannies..Their life emulates hardwork simplicity acceptance and grace..Will i be like them..i wonder!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-5020348272902347975?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/5020348272902347975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/01/whither-are-we-moving-towards.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5020348272902347975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5020348272902347975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/01/whither-are-we-moving-towards.html' title='Whither are we moving towards???'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-5312130746632323641</id><published>2010-01-12T21:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:57:37.294+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Change with time..</title><content type='html'>As we grow up we change..Some childhood dislikes and fears vanish..Some classic examples in my case is that when i was a kid i hated curds and pizzas..Now am not very fond of them.But they r definitely not in my hate list..Another great change is that a month back i was scared of using the escalator..After gng to the gym and getting used to the treadmill the escalator is nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images3.pocket-lint.com/images/dhAD/brando-usb-alarm-clock-fan-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://images3.pocket-lint.com/images/dhAD/brando-usb-alarm-clock-fan-0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i entered college i was not much familiar with public transport and i used to dread each time i travel fearing that i will get down at the wrong destination or unwittingly show out my ignorance..Now am perfectly comfortable..So is the case of the formidable bank..I always thought that i will end up storing my savings under the bed and my change in an old socks..Though am in my third attempt of trying to open an account in SBI and have lost my TMB ATM card and passbook am kinda comfy in the bank...Atleast i know where to ask 4 help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pompanodogpark.com/images/dog_clipart_puppy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.pompanodogpark.com/images/dog_clipart_puppy.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The final change in me and the most incredible one is that though am a bit scared am not entirely intimidated by dogs and am even thinking of having one as pet..This is especially significant as i had been chased by two bitches 2 days after they had given birth to 14 puppies..Their maternal instincts thought that i was going to attack their kids when i was walking by their litter tapping a stick..Thanks to my stars that i was wearing a tuf jean that day..Looking into the pathetic eyes of our campus dogs might have caused this drastic change i guess..Whatsoever wishing for everlasting friendship with man's best friend :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-5312130746632323641?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/5312130746632323641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/01/change-with-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5312130746632323641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5312130746632323641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/01/change-with-time.html' title='Change with time..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-6072224760402938040</id><published>2010-01-02T16:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:49:41.039+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Looking back and moving forward..</title><content type='html'>I have been a diarist from my senior yrs at school..Then somehow the habit died after my third yr at coll for few reasons..One thing i cannot be completely true to my paper pal as there r some thoughts that has to be censored and not put in black and white..Then well there was a fear that anyone can read through it..Now as new yr dawns due to compulsive diarist habit i would like to look back into few moments that has to be cherished in 2009..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filofax.co.uk/images/feature/departments/dept_2010diaries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 492px; height: 364px;" src="http://www.filofax.co.uk/images/feature/departments/dept_2010diaries.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First half of 2009 was my last few days in MEPCO...So they we precious few days which i will cherish..The new yr eve was terribly cold outside..We had our party out in our flat compound..I can still remember those who called me up and wished me at 12 tat nite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Jan 1 to May 21 the days literally flew..Notable events in the middle were birthday parties,sleeping through classes and getting caught,the days spent hanging out in canteen controls lab and computer lab with sir shooing us out at times..Then the usual college stuff exams ,heartbreaks, fights, friendship and farewell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even while i was at coll i was kinda preparin 4 this exam or tat writing one test after other..GATE,NTPC,TANCET and lot more..the list can go on..Though i had 3 months after coll in which i could happily laze about i spent all my precious time preparing 4 those awful tests for which i had applied..:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate or destiny then led me to Anna univ on Aug 22 nd..Then the scene shifted to che..Chennai was a kinda new experience..So was Anna univ..Meeting new people with diff attitudes and outlook..Moving to a new place...Finding growth in old relationships..It was all fun and a learning experience..So life goes on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I well remember writing these words in my diary on 2009..2007 was better than 2008..2009???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2009 was much better than 2008...2010???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-6072224760402938040?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/6072224760402938040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/01/looking-back-and-moving-forward.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/6072224760402938040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/6072224760402938040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2010/01/looking-back-and-moving-forward.html' title='Looking back and moving forward..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-7309879192209295907</id><published>2009-12-18T18:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:00:19.671+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home..</title><content type='html'>This is the longest period of time i have been continuously away from home..Its about 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-7309879192209295907?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/7309879192209295907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/7309879192209295907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/7309879192209295907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-181120598084988413</id><published>2009-12-12T18:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-12T19:06:54.275+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Eli tale...</title><content type='html'>I dunno if this is the rite time to pen down a post..Especially wen i am having other pressing jobs calling me..Felt the writer's inspiration sparking in me after a long time..So i simply logged into blogosphere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.frenchentree.com/france-limousin-family-schools/images/mouse-cartoon-07.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.frenchentree.com/france-limousin-family-schools/images/mouse-cartoon-07.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do if u have a rat in ur kitchen???Isnt it a horrible feel..U feel that whatever u eat has something contaminated with rat..Yuck!!!But we r living with it in our apt..Some how i feel that there is only one rat in our kitchen..Lets name it jerry..It lives in a comfortable wooden hole below the rack of empty plastic bags..&lt;br /&gt;Jerry used to be here b4 i came to this flat..But a week b4 it developed the impudence of running through the kitchen shelves even when we r in the kitchen..So after long time we finally decided to look into the rat menace..&lt;br /&gt;I asked our grocery deliverer to get us a mouse trap..Hmm...on Saturday nite we were in full offensive mode with a piece of coconut as bait in the trap...Jerry being the self proclaimed ruler of our kitchen in full royal splendor surrendered into our trap tempted by the juicy piece of coconut...&lt;br /&gt;We would have released Sir Jerry immediately somewhere else outside the area had any one of us had the guts of carrying his royal highness outside..But whenever we neared the cage he will come scrambling pleading us his release..So continued his confinement 4 2 days..All his vibranz was gone..He rolled himself into a ball in a corner refusing to take even the food that we generously offered...&lt;br /&gt;Then we did a mistake..We thought that he was dead and decided to give him a befitting burial in the end of the third day as there was no movement at all..Cook slightly opened the trap to put him into a plastic cover..Then in a dash he rushed into his freedom to his royal abode taking us completely in surprise...&lt;br /&gt;So what about us..We r in phase 2 planning..But the confusion remains who is going to bell the cat...Sorry to catch the rat!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-181120598084988413?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/181120598084988413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-eli-tale.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/181120598084988413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/181120598084988413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-eli-tale.html' title='My Eli tale...'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-7912700550155884571</id><published>2009-11-21T12:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-21T12:16:08.471+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chinese art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gardenplus.com.hk/eshop/images/chinese%20art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 468px; height: 475px;" src="http://www.gardenplus.com.hk/eshop/images/chinese%20art.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese art always enchants me..It is full of symbolism and deeper meaning..I had a chance of getting to know it in the long break after i finished my under graduation when I was going through a book that was bought by my mom few years back..To confess the truth am a very bad artist with a patience in the size of a pea pod.This book however made me sit down and try.Chinese painting involves in lot of technique and brushstrokes..Luckily Ram has a full set of paint brushes and enuf paint that i could at least give a try..&lt;br /&gt;The first painting i tried was a bamboo..Bamboo signifies an up rite gentleman..Tat was the easiest one ..Then i proceeded to trying orchids and chrysanthemums..Tat was fun..&lt;br /&gt;Then other commitments sprung up..So Chinese painting has taken a back seat..Given a chance..Would like to try it again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-7912700550155884571?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/7912700550155884571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/11/chinese-art.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/7912700550155884571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/7912700550155884571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/11/chinese-art.html' title='Chinese art'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-7952006067557997157</id><published>2009-11-21T11:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-21T12:01:57.868+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A journey with no ends..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lisb.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/labyrinth.jpg?w=495"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 495px; height: 371px;" src="http://lisb.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/labyrinth.jpg?w=495" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt life like this a labyrinth with lot of cross roads and choices..We move forward without knowing the destination..Some tell that we have to enjoy the journey of life by living each moment and enjoying the walk itself..But i wonder what is the destination is?So wats the destination..I keep on asking..Yet to get a convincing answer..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-7952006067557997157?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/7952006067557997157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/11/journey-with-no-ends.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/7952006067557997157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/7952006067557997157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/11/journey-with-no-ends.html' title='A journey with no ends..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-5655643460774074449</id><published>2009-11-15T17:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:09:13.051+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love..A game???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.moviexclusive.com/review/seducingmrperfect/s1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 199px;" src="http://www.moviexclusive.com/review/seducingmrperfect/s1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week i watched a korean movie "Seducing Mr.Perfect" in which i found one particular conversation very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;She :Why have i been dumped thrice in my life??&lt;br /&gt;He  :Because u donot know the rules of the game..&lt;br /&gt;She :Rules???Love isnt like playing starcraft u know??&lt;br /&gt;He  :Yes..It is..It is actually a game which needs even more planning and precision..&lt;br /&gt;She :!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;He  :A game of power..Manipulation of emotions to control the mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty interesting na??Somehow i cant put falling in love to be a game..May seducing somebody is a game!!Whatsoever..Isnt this life one big game??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-5655643460774074449?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/5655643460774074449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/11/lovea-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5655643460774074449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5655643460774074449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/11/lovea-game.html' title='Love..A game???'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-8639163277448553374</id><published>2009-11-10T21:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:34:45.328+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ponderings..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.youaretrulyloved.com/enlightenment/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/duality.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://www.youaretrulyloved.com/enlightenment/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/duality.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always want to be happy...Y is that so???We always wanted everything perfect??Y is that so??Again and again we make the same mistakes and unfortunately we forget that happiness and pleasure unfortunately is like opium...U then long for more..The greater the pleasure there is a pain behind which is equally intense..But this law of  balance is the law of the universe..The sooner we come in terms with it the wiser we become..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-8639163277448553374?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/8639163277448553374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/11/ponderings.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/8639163277448553374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/8639163277448553374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/11/ponderings.html' title='Ponderings..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-6958680715488510147</id><published>2009-10-28T17:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:28:44.598+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Perfect recipies for a cold rainy day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pav Bajee at university canteen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gy85hpaK7NY/SD0yQ2WgzlI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8YURUT9s5WI/s400/Pav+Baji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gy85hpaK7NY/SD0yQ2WgzlI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8YURUT9s5WI/s400/Pav+Baji.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot vada and chutney at road side shop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ethnicindiancuisine.com/images/vada-frying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 423px; height: 297px;" src="http://www.ethnicindiancuisine.com/images/vada-frying.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cup of coffee with rusk or biscuit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digisky.co.za/images/gallery/commercial_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 553px;" src="http://www.digisky.co.za/images/gallery/commercial_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-6958680715488510147?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/6958680715488510147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/10/perfect-recipies-for-cold-rainy-day.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/6958680715488510147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/6958680715488510147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/10/perfect-recipies-for-cold-rainy-day.html' title='Perfect recipies for a cold rainy day..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gy85hpaK7NY/SD0yQ2WgzlI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8YURUT9s5WI/s72-c/Pav+Baji.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-4533767731517349484</id><published>2009-10-28T17:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-28T17:51:40.214+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chennaiyil oru malai kaalam!!!</title><content type='html'>The best thing to put up in a blog is ur ramble :-P Intially i wanted to put up some sensible article and put some effort in creating them!!Unfortunately there are 2 to 3 articles still in drafts..Here at chennai the north east monsoon has come i guess..The days are becoming colder and we keep worrying if the clothes that we wash wil ever dry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thehindu.com/2008/03/14/images/2008031458500301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.thehindu.com/2008/03/14/images/2008031458500301.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in such days the perfect snack is hot spicy noodles..Top Ramen curry smoodles is my fav in the noodles list..Some how since the first day i came to che i couldnt spot it in any one of the leading retail outlets here..Today while returning from coll i dropped into MORE accidently and there found 2 family packs of smoodles!!Wow..emptying my pocket i grabbed the entire store stock(the 2 packs)and returned home to treat myself with hot hot noodles!!!&lt;a href="http://img.foodnetwork.com/FOOD/2003/12/09/ss1b40_orange_chili_noodles_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 616px; height: 462px;" src="http://img.foodnetwork.com/FOOD/2003/12/09/ss1b40_orange_chili_noodles_lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-4533767731517349484?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/4533767731517349484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/10/rambles.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/4533767731517349484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/4533767731517349484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/10/rambles.html' title='Chennaiyil oru malai kaalam!!!'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-1122320912262947935</id><published>2009-10-02T17:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:00:19.687+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy days..</title><content type='html'>Doing my ME in anna univ I am in the pitiable position of envying those fresh faced UG first yrs and hopelessly wishing for time to rewind 4 yrs back ..This article is inspired after seeing gracy's latest post.."Memories of those lovely days"..When i joined coll 4 yrs back my aim was doing well in academics bah..blah..blah..And i did well for may be a couple of semesters..Then the fun began with my final yr being the mst memorable one..I have already put up a post on this topic..This is its continuation..Certain events tat can never be forgotten..&lt;br /&gt;*Final yr class 2nd bench la enga signature..fav song lines eluthunathu..&lt;br /&gt;*Oru nonstop radio maari gnaans class la personal stories discussion..&lt;br /&gt;*Thirutu birthday party with drinks..;-)&lt;br /&gt;*NIT calicut la malaila nananchu OAT la dance aadunathu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-1122320912262947935?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/1122320912262947935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/1122320912262947935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/1122320912262947935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-days.html' title='Happy days..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-8736794639060407913</id><published>2009-09-27T19:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:06:50.193+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chaos Chaos everywhere!!!!</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer:This article is done dispassionately and the author does not bear any personal grudge against the party which is being criticized..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat happens when a jewellery shop at a metro tries to open its a textile shop in a big town???Big guy from metro thinks tat it is cake walk..But wat eventually happens??Read over to get an overview..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shop was opened in madurai 3 weeks before diwali.It was opened with gr8 hype and top  notch politicians gracing the opening..With gr8 expectations we went there on the second day after opening..Unfortunately what we saw was complete lack of organisation..People from near by villages have come for a sort of mini picnic..There were a few squatting on the floor and having their lunch!!!The security was NIL at the gates and the owners will never know how much stock had left the shop unaccounted..The rest of the observations..let my pictures speak for itself&lt;br /&gt;Clothes worth 1000+ heaped in disgrace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SvwaciVwY4I/AAAAAAAAAW8/RpnkTuDv_Rc/s1600-h/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SvwaciVwY4I/AAAAAAAAAW8/RpnkTuDv_Rc/s320/DSC00123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403222730494468994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowd  at the lift lobby..Are the lifts functioning???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SvwavaPDj7I/AAAAAAAAAXE/1tS89S0jAwQ/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SvwavaPDj7I/AAAAAAAAAXE/1tS89S0jAwQ/s320/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403223054736396210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash Counter  understaffed but jammed with customers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Svwa-7YTQjI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wE6eYqfhnYU/s1600-h/DSC00128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Svwa-7YTQjI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wE6eYqfhnYU/s320/DSC00128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403223321331581490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kid playing with hangers ripped of from the clothes and thrown on the floor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SvwbUUxGjYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/tGXy2lzaYrs/s1600-h/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SvwbUUxGjYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/tGXy2lzaYrs/s320/DSC00127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403223688923745666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-8736794639060407913?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/8736794639060407913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/09/chaos-chaos-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/8736794639060407913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/8736794639060407913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/09/chaos-chaos-everywhere.html' title='Chaos Chaos everywhere!!!!'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SvwaciVwY4I/AAAAAAAAAW8/RpnkTuDv_Rc/s72-c/DSC00123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-2116165883648328829</id><published>2009-09-05T07:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-05T08:51:37.087+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy teachers day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SqHTgYgNcRI/AAAAAAAAAVs/tbaSnhvtMAM/s1600-h/teachers-day-images-pictures-gra-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SqHTgYgNcRI/AAAAAAAAAVs/tbaSnhvtMAM/s320/teachers-day-images-pictures-gra-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377811983343907090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teachers are those wonderful ppl who have been the most abused and most praised by the student community..Inspite of such high risk factor they slog all day for a meager pay in India..Hence teaching is being eyed as the least rewarding occupation and we can find only few really inspiring great teachers..Whoever they are each and every teacher rite from our kg till college have guided us from ignorance to knowledge and we have to be grateful to them na?Teachers day is something spl if u have a spl teacher who has a gr8 influence in ur life..Other than tat it is simply putting up school plays and fun programs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a gr8 teacher who taught me in school..She still holds me in awe..Even if i do something great in life..She will still hold me in awe and wat she taught me early in life is the reason for wat i am now...Thank u for all u have done 4 me..Wishin u HAPPY TEACHERS DAY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-2116165883648328829?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/2116165883648328829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-teachers-day.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/2116165883648328829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/2116165883648328829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy teachers day!!!'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SqHTgYgNcRI/AAAAAAAAAVs/tbaSnhvtMAM/s72-c/teachers-day-images-pictures-gra-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-5655789352476863203</id><published>2009-08-27T17:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:35:44.722+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ships are safe in the harbor but...</title><content type='html'>Do they serve their purpose there???In life there always is a temptation to slip into laziness and to the so called SAFE places.Many times we feel tat we will be happier if we are in our own protective shell seldom knowing that we are doing the greatest harm to ourselves by stunting our growth.Even a cage is a prison however comfartable and protective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The law of life is to always grow to better levels and heights in all dimensions.For a wholesome life sometimes we have to pass through big obstacles and face lot of hardship..A piece of gold should be put in fire to attain its lustre and a diamond has to be cut into a thousand facets to obtain its unparalled sparkle.We must always venture out to trying new avenues for developing into a successful indiviudual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.topnews.in/files/plant-growth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 624px; height: 368px;" src="http://www.topnews.in/files/plant-growth.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times when i feel dejected when i have only problems but no solutions and when i feel that the road never ends am atleast happy that i have decided to grow instead of being complacent.It might be tough in the beginning but the courage and guts always pays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the seed had refusesd to break the tough top soil and put up shoots would there have been a beautiful tree???Tats life and GOD teaches us lessons through his beautiful creation..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-5655789352476863203?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/5655789352476863203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/08/ships-are-safe-in-harbor-but.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5655789352476863203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5655789352476863203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/08/ships-are-safe-in-harbor-but.html' title='Ships are safe in the harbor but...'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-3263355139979916883</id><published>2009-08-15T07:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:49:08.841+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Spurts of patriotism</title><content type='html'>Am putting up this post as i desperately want to do something in memory of independence day..though it is a bit late and other duties called me.Travelling 12 hrs to chennai on a rickety old bus on D-day finally &amp; ploppin into the bed all tired and visiting all dear relatives the next day prevented me from putting up this article on independence day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SoYdLuMPznI/AAAAAAAAAVk/okPZAQjD5P8/s1600-h/tiranga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SoYdLuMPznI/AAAAAAAAAVk/okPZAQjD5P8/s320/tiranga.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370011692901060210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Independence day by this generation is frankly just another holiday...and my brother deeply regrets tat next yr its gonna fall on the weekend..But present day youth are not totally responsible for this.There is lack of inspiration around us..Patriotism for indians come alive sadly only during cricket matches..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically hail from small town hearing stories about independence struggles from one of my grannies..May be i was one of the very few interested so much in history tat i will eagerly listen to the antha kaalathu kadhais..In reward of one such listening sessions granny gave me a khadhi flag which they hoisted on 1947 though it is one of the chota versions.I was really really pleased in getting my own flag as each independence day my opposite door neighbours used to hoist the triranga.Tat year that is 5 yrs back..On THE day ram and i marched to the terrace taking with us an old curtain rod..We fitted it within the pipes and whoa..we finally raised our flag..The only glitch tat year was that we didnt bring down the flag on sunset..The flag was comfortably forgotten and recovered after 2 days by a fellow neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;Next year we improvised the system..We made sweets called neighbours and our chief guest hoisting the flag tat yr was my maternal grandmother who dropped in 4 a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we moved to our apts and then i moved to coll..We have a regularised system 4 flag hoisting with the apt elders taking care of it.So we dont interfere..So life goes on with mere spurt display of patriotism though deep inside there is a fierce pride of being born in this blessed land of mine..JAI HIND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-3263355139979916883?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/3263355139979916883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/08/spurts-of-patriotism.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/3263355139979916883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/3263355139979916883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/08/spurts-of-patriotism.html' title='Spurts of patriotism'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SoYdLuMPznI/AAAAAAAAAVk/okPZAQjD5P8/s72-c/tiranga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-1525159492792617596</id><published>2009-08-13T09:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:27:24.222+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The schooling never ends...</title><content type='html'>I well remember one of my seniors telling in our freshers introduction meeting in one of the numerous clubs of our coll..."In school when the tenth board exams approach we would be advised to learn 4 the particular exam and then we will be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;well settled&lt;/span&gt; for the rest of our lives.. Then will come the 12th board exam....&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Same dialogue will be repeated&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.Still &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BEWARE &lt;/span&gt;this dialogue will be oft repeated"&lt;br /&gt;I thought that guy was kidding and talking nonsense.Today finishing my BE i realize how many times i have heard the words.."Do this exam and u will be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WELL SETTLED&lt;/span&gt;".Coll final exams.The whole lot of entrance exams tat i have written and have been advised to write by well wishers of my future.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SoOZSgbbb4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/ApsmmDYTEHg/s1600-h/626521-1004education017.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SoOZSgbbb4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/ApsmmDYTEHg/s320/626521-1004education017.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369303723977437058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pondering today the truth hit on me..This life of ours is a big school and the learning never ends...One can never &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GET SETTLED&lt;/span&gt; in life..Life is one endless search but am no longer weary of learning..Because if one sees the world through this perspective life is a song and learning is fun...We are simply kids in a treasure hunt searching for our destiny..Some of my frnds tell me that i have a gr8 passion for learning...Actually the reality am a big lazy idiot and what i know is a millionth fraction in the ocean of knowledge...If we look at the world with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;wonder &lt;/span&gt;then everything becomes surprisingly interesting..and all we WANT is MORE experience,knowledge,life and beauty in the world..Dazzled with the world for the millionth time and still in wonder...........Sudha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-1525159492792617596?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/1525159492792617596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/08/schooling-never-ends.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/1525159492792617596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/1525159492792617596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/08/schooling-never-ends.html' title='The schooling never ends...'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SoOZSgbbb4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/ApsmmDYTEHg/s72-c/626521-1004education017.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-2786060051157726440</id><published>2009-08-11T09:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-11T11:15:58.999+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Swine flu in Madurai..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;There is wide spread panic in our apts as one child has been diagnosed swine flu and another has been suspected..&lt;/span&gt;Leave has been declared in most of the major schools..All this made me click the google search button and do a bit of searchin abt this disease which being feared about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Firstly wat makes this strain of flu different from other seasonal flu..&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This strain is a new one.So human beings have little resistance to it.&lt;br /&gt;*It causes more infection than usual flu.&lt;br /&gt;*It spreads soon within the age group of 10-45&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Most ppl recover from the milder form of virus without any antiviral treatment.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ppl who have poor immune system and chronic illness like asthma diabetes heart disease,young children,pregnant women and senior citizens are high risk category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The symptoms are put up in pictorial form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SoEEcQpbbvI/AAAAAAAAAVU/dZBK-ijwgH4/s1600-h/swine-flu.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SoEEcQpbbvI/AAAAAAAAAVU/dZBK-ijwgH4/s320/swine-flu.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368577114353921778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Preventive Measures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swine flu spreads as normal influenza through droplets expelled by coughin and sneezing.So keep a distance of atleast 1 meter from ppl who exibit symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;*Avoid touchin ear or nose.&lt;br /&gt;*Stay away from crowded places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If u think that u have the illness:&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;*Take plenty of fluids and rest&lt;br /&gt;*Cover ur nose and mouth while sneezing with tissue and dispose it carefully.&lt;br /&gt;*Wash hands properly with soap.&lt;br /&gt;*Use the mask properly.&lt;br /&gt;*Seek medical care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Medical care should be sought when:&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fever continues for more than three days.&lt;br /&gt;*Shortness of breath and labored breathing continuing fever and convulsions.&lt;br /&gt;*Complications can be bronchitis,sinus infection,ear infection and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Diagnosis and Treatment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a respiratory sample collected will be given for analysis in CDC lab.&lt;br /&gt;*Tamiflu and Zanamivir are used for treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medicines are available only in government outlets to prevent self administration or hoarding of drugs.Now the government is working with certain private hospitals to provide effective care.&lt;br /&gt;Tamil nadu SWINE FLU help line number is 044-24321569.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public need not panic just as media ppl are hyping about this outbreak but one has to be careful..Take Care... :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-2786060051157726440?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/2786060051157726440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/08/swine-flu-in-madurai.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/2786060051157726440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/2786060051157726440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/08/swine-flu-in-madurai.html' title='Swine flu in Madurai..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SoEEcQpbbvI/AAAAAAAAAVU/dZBK-ijwgH4/s72-c/swine-flu.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-262306987348788541</id><published>2009-08-03T18:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-03T18:33:18.324+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bon voyage dear cousin...</title><content type='html'>Dear cuz..Bon voyage to chicago de...U r the gr8test cousin i ever had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Snbf5vGoxhI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8TEOhrziZUQ/s1600-h/STITCHED350x_bonvoyage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Snbf5vGoxhI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8TEOhrziZUQ/s320/STITCHED350x_bonvoyage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365722189048366610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keer and i have almost been opposites..She is sauce while i am jam..The main difference is her mom listens to wat she tells and i listen to wat my Dad tells :-(..Strange ironies nah..How could my Aunt and Dad be siblings???Whatsoever..She is tough outside and soft inside...Am the opposite..Seemingly pliable but a tough nut inside..We used to share most things when we were kids..I feel really bad tat i could not send u off or help u with last min packin de..But my dad wanted me to be at home..Yeah its the same reason i give u umpteen times..But tats the holy truth nah..Will miss u loads..Lotsa Luv...&lt;br /&gt;Your cuz......... Sudha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-262306987348788541?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/262306987348788541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/08/bon-voyage-dear-cousin.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/262306987348788541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/262306987348788541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/08/bon-voyage-dear-cousin.html' title='Bon voyage dear cousin...'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Snbf5vGoxhI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8TEOhrziZUQ/s72-c/STITCHED350x_bonvoyage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-1350386026731903218</id><published>2009-07-22T22:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:09:38.133+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>There are few topics in which how much ever we write and talk about we will never get tired of talking about..One such topic is friendship..Friendship is a really beautiful feel...The beauty,the trust and the confidences..One cant put that it words..I am glad i have few ppl whom i can call as spl frnds.. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Smc_ihHUyJI/AAAAAAAAAU8/zQMtKQ7Qxw8/s1600-h/frnds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Smc_ihHUyJI/AAAAAAAAAU8/zQMtKQ7Qxw8/s320/frnds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361323743645059218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life, you find a special friend;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who changes your life&lt;br /&gt;just by being part of it.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;until you can't stop;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who makes you believe&lt;br /&gt;that there really is good in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who convinces you&lt;br /&gt;that there really is an unlocked door&lt;br /&gt;just waiting for you to open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks  ma frnds for giving a spl meaning to my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-1350386026731903218?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/1350386026731903218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/07/friendship.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/1350386026731903218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/1350386026731903218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/07/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Smc_ihHUyJI/AAAAAAAAAU8/zQMtKQ7Qxw8/s72-c/frnds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-5698413269240483881</id><published>2009-07-08T11:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:25:58.930+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Children of heaven</title><content type='html'>Today i watched the Iranian movie nominated 4 the academy awards under the foreign film category in 1998.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Children of Heaven&lt;/span&gt;.The movie has almost no plot.I took the synopsis from wiki as i am too lazy to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SlRC2JosjLI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Mq52r-42OOw/s1600-h/Children_of_Heaven_Ali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SlRC2JosjLI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Mq52r-42OOw/s320/Children_of_Heaven_Ali.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355979354917342386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali takes his little sister Zahra's shoes to the shoemaker to be repaired, but loses them on the way home. The siblings decide to keep the predicament a secret from their parents, knowing that there is no money to buy a replacement pair and fearing that they will be punished. They devise a scheme to share Ali's sneakers: Zahra will wear them to school in the morning and hand them off to Ali at midday so he can attend afternoon classes. This uncomfortable arrangement leads to one adventure after another as they attempt to hide the plan from their parents and teachers, attend to their schoolwork and errands, and acquire a new pair of shoes for Zahra. Zahra sees the lost shoes on a schoolmate's feet, and follows her home, but the two soon become friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali enters a high-profile children's footrace in the hope of receiving the third prize of a new pair of sneakers. He accidentally places first and wins another prize instead. The film ends with Zahra finding out that she will not get a new pair of shoes, but there is a quick shot of their father's bicycle at the end of the movie that shows what appears to be the red shoes Zahra had been focusing on earlier and another pair of white sneakers, presumably for Ali, whose old sneakers were torn from so much use. The film ends with the final shot showing blisters on Ali's feet. Some versions include an epilogue revealing that Ali eventually achieves the larger-scale success of having a racing career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie has showed me a side of Iran that one cannot learn about in history books. The movie portrayed life in Iran through the eyes of a little kid and the struggles he faces.The movie also showed showed different aspects of Iranian culture such as family structure and relations. The father was seen as the one responsible for providing food for the family. The little girl would help the mother with preparing food and taking care of the baby. I was also able to see the Ta'arof in Iranian culture through offering food to the old and sick neighbors, and even "pretending" to refuse money after the gardening services were offered. The father took the money only after the old man insisted on it.The wide gap between the haves and the have nots have been very beautifully potrayed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again the entire story revolves around one pair of lost pink colour worn out shoes..It makes us realize that each and and every one of us in the world is responsible when a kid suffers to get basic necessities of life..Many a times we throw money frivolously seldom realizing that there are million children dying from hunger with one set of clothes battling and surviving through life.Am not taking a pessimistic view of life.We have to be aware of ground realities and try contribute towards the betterment of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-5698413269240483881?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/5698413269240483881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/07/children-of-heaven.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5698413269240483881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5698413269240483881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/07/children-of-heaven.html' title='Children of heaven'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SlRC2JosjLI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Mq52r-42OOw/s72-c/Children_of_Heaven_Ali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-5585540763885383962</id><published>2009-07-07T20:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:39:11.144+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shantaram</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"It took me a long time and most of the world to learn what I know about love and fate and the choices we make, but the heart of it came to me in an instant, while I was chained to a wall and being tortured."&lt;/span&gt;These are some memorable lines of the novel penned by a convict who escaped from and Australian jail to Bombay..Life is sometimes queer..Society labels few ppl as bad and chain them behind bars..But seldom do we realize that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Prisons are the temples where the devils prey.Every time we turn the key we twist the knife of fate..Because every time we cage a man we close him with fate"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SlNx_4YEJyI/AAAAAAAAAUk/mG85DmK-Uoo/s1600-h/shantaram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SlNx_4YEJyI/AAAAAAAAAUk/mG85DmK-Uoo/s320/shantaram.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355749724152669986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard about people who come out of  prison insane..However the author Shantaram alias David Gregory Roberts comes out with his soul intact as he is a master of survival."In his own words..&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"It is not just the body that must survive a jail term,the spirit and the heart has to make it through as well.And it is for those small victories of the heart the spirit and the will we sometimes risk the body that cradles them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shantaram is narrated by Lin, an escaped convict with a false passport who flees maximum security prison in Australia for the teeming streets of a city where he can disappear. As a hunted man without a home, family, or identity, Lin searches for love and meaning while running a clinic in one of the city's poorest slums, and serving his apprenticeship in the dark arts of the Bombay mafia. The search leads him to war, prison torture, murder, and a series of enigmatic and bloody betrayals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin's journey in Bombay starts with his taxiwallah Prabakar..and amazingly he starts understanding the meaning and love of life through simple people.We get a beautiful perspective of the poor in India and the happy life they live with trust and simplicity inspite of not having much money.Are not they they the richest people in the world with lots of happiness and fulfillment???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin falls in love with the beautiful and enigmatic Karla a lady who wished that she had trusted him but couldnot.And in love he writes..&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"At first when u truly love some one our greatest fear is that the loved one will stop loving us.What we should fear and dread of course is that you cannot stop loving them even after they are dead and gone."&lt;/span&gt;Here love transcends lust and selfish cravings..This is real pure love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus the novel passes from this moment to the other capturing the beauty in the world that we have taken for granted and realizing us the significance of it.In some of his concluding pages he writes &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Nothing in life how well or poorly lived is wiser than failure or clearer than sorrow.And in the tiny precious wisdom that they give us even those dreaded and hated enemies sufferings and failures have their own reason and right to be"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my childhood i was often haunted with a question."What is the purpose of life?"Reading this book written by a man with such a vivid and wide range of experience, I finally realized with neither science nor philosophy that what the world wants is nothing but our love and the ability to forgive others as we can forgive ourselves ..&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"The only kingdom that makes any man a king is the kingdom of his soul.The only power that has any real meaning is the power to better the world"..&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is the product of his blood and sweat..grit and determination..Twice it has been destroyed in prison..and again with his ever enduring spirit the author had penned this 936 pages of semi fiction cum auto biography..With almost lyrical and musical quality..with lines from the depth of realization..the novel is a fantastic read..I read this book within 2 and a half days at NBRC like a maniac..Spl thanks to Richa didi who recommended it for me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-5585540763885383962?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/5585540763885383962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/07/shantharam.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5585540763885383962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5585540763885383962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/07/shantharam.html' title='Shantaram'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SlNx_4YEJyI/AAAAAAAAAUk/mG85DmK-Uoo/s72-c/shantaram.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-2875323572452695060</id><published>2009-07-01T23:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:47:05.110+05:30</updated><title type='text'>King of Pop...I feel sorry for u..</title><content type='html'>Michael Joseph Jackson is one larger than life figure in Music history..No one contributed more to the pop scenario than he did..He completely revolutionized the music industry by writing his own songs,composing music,playing it and dancing with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SkuoB8xltXI/AAAAAAAAATs/XzNmgCyq7CI/s1600-h/Michael_Jackson___Bad_portrait_by_hellbull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SkuoB8xltXI/AAAAAAAAATs/XzNmgCyq7CI/s320/Michael_Jackson___Bad_portrait_by_hellbull.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353557333507421554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the news of his death hit the headlines on june 25th 2009 the world sees him as a fallen star and sympathize  with him..The stark reality of the lonely life and the mounting debts he died with is really pathetic.Now arises a question was Jackson a successful person in the society???Wat do u measure success with?The way u please ppl or the amount of inner peace and happiness in life..Am not criticizing Jackson.He was a musical legend..and few ppl in world are blessed to have his amount of talent and grit.Unfortunately Jackson abused his own body for the public sake and sacrificed his soul for temporary euphoria by turning to drugs..&lt;br /&gt;Whoever he was and whatever he did to himself..He gave beautiful music to the world..And whenever i hear the haunting voice of Jackson in "Heal the world" my deepest tribute to him..the one who could handle music but couldnt handle himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-2875323572452695060?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/2875323572452695060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/07/king-of-popi-feel-sorry-for-u.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/2875323572452695060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/2875323572452695060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/07/king-of-popi-feel-sorry-for-u.html' title='King of Pop...I feel sorry for u..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SkuoB8xltXI/AAAAAAAAATs/XzNmgCyq7CI/s72-c/Michael_Jackson___Bad_portrait_by_hellbull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-7019553337735695898</id><published>2009-06-21T17:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:22:31.640+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Coll memories...</title><content type='html'>One beautiful chapter of life is UG coll days..IT has its own measures of really really happy moments and traumatizing memories...I will just put up few sweet memories at coll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sj5HS8FuqKI/AAAAAAAAATk/ajsd1H92eJ8/s1600-h/coll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sj5HS8FuqKI/AAAAAAAAATk/ajsd1H92eJ8/s320/coll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349791798056102050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* First yr room mates in hostel are the most unforgettable gals in my life..I would never have met a more jolly happy go lucky foursome..All computer science gals..Mani,Madhu,Vetri and Vidhu..Mani eventually our comp sc rowdi gang leader..How much naughtiness we managed in one yr..I still wonder...Really memorable was the birthday tr8 they gave me inspite of birthday parties being unofficial and heavily punishable offence...(Lol!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Looking into my heart and searching for few moments which cannot be recaptured in life surprisingly i found the days spent at second floor ganga hostel durin the beginning of third yr some of the most memorable..Singing Eng pop songs in our creaky hoarse voices..Having an ice cream and cool drink daily..Then non stop story book reading coupled with tellin tall tales to fellow room mates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The gr8test surprise is personally those with whom we have been close have hurt us the most..We might have been spending all the time with them..But the small fleeting moments spent with others have left greater impression..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Next proj has to have a spl mention..How much alumbu we did with tat??The amount of reference and work we did..And the scene we put was as though we were doing Phd in Harvard university...Proj BOSS requires spl mention here;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Talkin abt my coll life..The last sem as a day scholar was the most memorable..I found few frnds who will last for a life time and am grateful to God 4 tat..Rising phone bill..late nite internet chats..mutual understandings in exams,classes bunked at will..Hmm finally i was a typical coll gal at the tail end of my study in MEPCO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The last most cherishin memory at coll is my final birthday party on final day coll after exams and al.We had it out in Thai restaurant till eleven at nite and no heart to depart..Wish those moments will linger forever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-7019553337735695898?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/7019553337735695898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/06/coll-memories.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/7019553337735695898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/7019553337735695898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/06/coll-memories.html' title='Coll memories...'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sj5HS8FuqKI/AAAAAAAAATk/ajsd1H92eJ8/s72-c/coll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-3907268989755382433</id><published>2009-05-22T22:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:40:21.864+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fate/Stay Night</title><content type='html'>I got hooked up to this animax cartoon series recently..All episodes are over..Hopefully they re telecast it from the beginning again..Especially the opening song Disillusion charmed me the most..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-60e6aeaa84d67d56" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D60e6aeaa84d67d56%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330076452%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1EB039424EF5F589F6FF71CF603A94918E4324D4.6656A39EA061E44F3874070091B17BCCC77D0FF2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D60e6aeaa84d67d56%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTmnFYxaaB8iFDPl10m465BdQnzg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D60e6aeaa84d67d56%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330076452%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1EB039424EF5F589F6FF71CF603A94918E4324D4.6656A39EA061E44F3874070091B17BCCC77D0FF2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D60e6aeaa84d67d56%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTmnFYxaaB8iFDPl10m465BdQnzg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i liked the song so much i checked out the transliteration and translation..Both are simply awe some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transliteration:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yume ni mite ita&lt;br /&gt;Ano hi no kage ni&lt;br /&gt;Todokanai sakebi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asu no jibun ha&lt;br /&gt;Nante egaite mo&lt;br /&gt;Kienai negai ni nureru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kobore ochiru kakera wo&lt;br /&gt;Tsukamu sono te de&lt;br /&gt;Yureru kokoro kakaete&lt;br /&gt;Tobi konde ike yoru he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dareka wo ate ni shite mo&lt;br /&gt;Motomeru mono ja nai no dakara&lt;br /&gt;Hontou no jibun ha koko ni irutte&lt;br /&gt;Me wo tojite inaide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaze ni makarete garakuta jimita&lt;br /&gt;Natsukashii egao&lt;br /&gt;Asu no jibun nara&lt;br /&gt;Nante inotte mo&lt;br /&gt;Toozakaru kotae ha kasumu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kogoesou na karada to&lt;br /&gt;Hitohira no omoi&lt;br /&gt;Kuchihateru sono maeni&lt;br /&gt;Tobi koete ike yoru wo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dareka wo ate ni shite mo&lt;br /&gt;Motomeru mono ja nai no dakara&lt;br /&gt;Hontou no jibun ha koko ni irutte&lt;br /&gt;Me wo tojite inaide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare ka no tame ni ikite&lt;br /&gt;Kono toki ga subete de ii deshou&lt;br /&gt;Misekake no jibun ha sotto sutete&lt;br /&gt;Tada ari no mama de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cry cannot reach the shadows I dreamt of on that day&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I depict myself tomorrow, &lt;br /&gt;I am drenched in wishes that cannot disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch the fallen scattered fragments with those hands&lt;br /&gt;Hold my swaying heart, and leap towards the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because even if I am depending on someone, &lt;br /&gt;there is nothing else that I wish for&lt;br /&gt;“My true self is right here”, don’t close your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread things which look like junk into the wind, &lt;br /&gt;things such as that nostalgic smile&lt;br /&gt;“No matter how much I pray for myself tomorrow”, &lt;br /&gt;those answers going towards the distance will still fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I completely decay&lt;br /&gt;And become a frozen body and a flake of my feelings, &lt;br /&gt;lets leap past the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because even if I am depending on someone, &lt;br /&gt;there is nothing else that I wish for&lt;br /&gt;“My true self is right here”, don’t close your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live for the sake of someone,&lt;br /&gt; wouldn’t it be nice if we let this moment count for everything?&lt;br /&gt;Lets gently throw our fake selves away, and just be who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a first time read one will not understand the meaning of the song..&lt;br /&gt;Even after reading it many times u wont understand i bet..Then wat to do?&lt;br /&gt;Just watch the series..the beauty of the song will come out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-3907268989755382433?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=60e6aeaa84d67d56&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/3907268989755382433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/05/fatestay-night.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/3907268989755382433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/3907268989755382433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/05/fatestay-night.html' title='Fate/Stay Night'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-4070240898664549494</id><published>2009-05-16T10:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-16T11:31:36.979+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wanna cuppa Coffee!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Nothin can beat coffee in the world..Am a die hard coffee lover..Some times when u feel nuts or when u are down nothing can refresh u better than a cup of coffee..Experience speaks!!!:-)My experience wid coffee started with the humble instant coffee BRU..Now wen it comes to instant coffee..I take only Nescafe..Filter coffee is an occasional delight i get when i go to my aunts place..(We dont have a filter at home :-(..Will buy it soon)My romance with coffee continued in coffee days and other coffee shops in and around the city..and wherever i go..&lt;br /&gt;Here i have put up a small guide 4 beginners to the coffee world to comprehend the various terminologies that are used to address coffee in coffee shops.&lt;br /&gt;First lemme clear wat Espresso is..Espresso is prepared by forcing pressurized steam through finely ground dark roast beans.ITs concentrated coffee...U can add extra shots of espresso to make ur coffee stronger..The rest the diagrams will speak themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sg5LtlI7vmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Rpn5zVr05OA/s1600-h/espresso.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sg5LtlI7vmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Rpn5zVr05OA/s320/espresso.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336285854916394594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sg5L72Drn1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/TRfstzL3pl4/s1600-h/caffe_macchiato.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sg5L72Drn1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/TRfstzL3pl4/s320/caffe_macchiato.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336286099975937874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sg5MWdHv0wI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jpKr8wBywAM/s1600-h/con_panna.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sg5MWdHv0wI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jpKr8wBywAM/s320/con_panna.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336286557138572034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sg5Mp65VhQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3M47BS-6kfk/s1600-h/caffe_latte.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sg5Mp65VhQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3M47BS-6kfk/s320/caffe_latte.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336286891548706050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sg5My3CoY8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/cpQlNYmlj-0/s1600-h/flat_white.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sg5My3CoY8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/cpQlNYmlj-0/s320/flat_white.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336287045132772290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sg5Nwh0q_4I/AAAAAAAAAPg/0T3SNSb5i2k/s1600-h/cafe_breve.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sg5Nwh0q_4I/AAAAAAAAAPg/0T3SNSb5i2k/s320/cafe_breve.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336288104588967810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sg5OGbJk7pI/AAAAAAAAAPo/gHT9XzVVeU4/s1600-h/americano.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sg5OGbJk7pI/AAAAAAAAAPo/gHT9XzVVeU4/s320/americano.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336288480754724498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sg5OuJTlGCI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zEguuqIerQk/s1600-h/caffe_mocha.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sg5OuJTlGCI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zEguuqIerQk/s320/caffe_mocha.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336289163159607330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sg5T1Quh-7I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/2eP5nu2ByoM/s1600-h/cappuccino.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sg5T1Quh-7I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/2eP5nu2ByoM/s320/cappuccino.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336294782968921010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.This first picture is the composition of Espresso..Then it is Espresso Machiatto,Espresso con panna,Caffee latte,Flat white,Cafe Breve,Americano,Caffe Mocha and last my fav Cappuccino.If u guys are further interested in coffee do chk out this link..http://www.coffeeclues.com/coffee-basics/introduction_to_coffee.php&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-4070240898664549494?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/4070240898664549494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/05/wanna-cuppa-coffee.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/4070240898664549494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/4070240898664549494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/05/wanna-cuppa-coffee.html' title='Wanna cuppa Coffee!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sg5LtlI7vmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Rpn5zVr05OA/s72-c/espresso.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-1504714681304959312</id><published>2009-05-11T09:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:01:51.846+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The gr8 Indian tamashma!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sgek3waHqWI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RLcuZ11tnlY/s1600-h/01tamasha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sgek3waHqWI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RLcuZ11tnlY/s320/01tamasha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334413561437858146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the Loksabha polls time!!!And this yr joins another new voter..Tats me!!!Wen i was a kid my friends and i we will be talking as though we are the ministers of the nation..Now wen i am of the age to talk abt it..am simply not interested!!&lt;br /&gt;It started with the ruling party first!!!Then comes no 2..then 3...it just goes on!!Wow and this is the most pleasant feature of this summer..No power cuts..Lesser bus fares..IT would be really good if the election comission decides to conduct elections for a whole yr for the common man :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SgeoxtjgFTI/AAAAAAAAAOg/iHuZTbjrIH0/s1600-h/jfa0293l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SgeoxtjgFTI/AAAAAAAAAOg/iHuZTbjrIH0/s320/jfa0293l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334417855639196978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And election is extra masala in Madurai due to powerful candidates playing the tug of war..The tactics tat ppl are using to attain power is real gross..IT SUCKS!!Only money and muscle power speaks!!Vetu kuthu here and there..Saree distribution..Rampant Bribery(ITs more than 1000 they give per house hold.Where do those guys get so much money??)!!We are eye witness to it..Watever we cant blame any party..Coz all are equally bad...So wat to do???&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sgeo9KYKqpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/65WSdX7MjYI/s1600-h/jfa1750l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sgeo9KYKqpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/65WSdX7MjYI/s320/jfa1750l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334418052354845330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-1504714681304959312?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/1504714681304959312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/05/gr8-indian-tamashma.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/1504714681304959312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/1504714681304959312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/05/gr8-indian-tamashma.html' title='The gr8 Indian tamashma!!'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sgek3waHqWI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RLcuZ11tnlY/s72-c/01tamasha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-3071267592221353596</id><published>2009-04-24T13:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:40:58.481+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mystery of life...</title><content type='html'>Is it the law of life i dunno..That we often end up hurting the people whom the like the most,the most...Am pondering over this today..It always happens with me..Whatever it is..I lead life with the philosophy.."If u wish upon a star..It doesnt matter who u are..All ur heart desires will be yours"..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-3071267592221353596?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/3071267592221353596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/04/mystery-of-life.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/3071267592221353596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/3071267592221353596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/04/mystery-of-life.html' title='Mystery of life...'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-3030227252624084409</id><published>2009-04-18T22:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:03:08.327+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coll'/><title type='text'>Okie BOSS I ill do it!!!</title><content type='html'>This article is dedicated to my project BOSS.. :-) UG project is one memorable part of these final days at coll for a special reason..We have sweated a lot.. sacrificed a lot..strained our self to the utmost.. made maximum use of the facilities available in college..And we have done all this coz of the mere passion for doing well and giving our best shot..Towards the end with a bad cold and mounting stress sometimes i do wonder if it is worth all the effort..Whatever it is the binding force in tough times and constant source of courage was our BOSS...She will plead cajole and cry so that i kick out the laziness me and start working..She has great optimism ,patience and persistence..That kept us going inspite of the various mental blocks,obstacles and situational constraints..Many a times i have gone to the verge of giving up or taking things easy..As we were working on something new with little guidance things can be really frustrating..But we have almost made through it..Its coz of BOSS tat i used to do references and homework..Its coz of BOSS tat i did the distasteful wrk of preparing the tiresome report..All through my UG life i had been successful in delegating my practicals record wrk to frnds and batch mates..Doing one report had been the last straw for a lazy creature like me..All the nites that i have stayed up ...for learning..for putting up ppt, for the poster, for the report was partially coz i was half afraid that BOSS will cry if things go wrong.. :-)Any how  the outcome is ok..( I will never be satisfied)Its almost over..Hope all that ends will end well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-3030227252624084409?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/3030227252624084409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-boss.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/3030227252624084409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/3030227252624084409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-boss.html' title='Okie BOSS I ill do it!!!'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-6130073058131646061</id><published>2009-04-09T14:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:24:11.095+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coll'/><title type='text'>Realization..</title><content type='html'>At the end of final yr every engineering grad realizes the follows&lt;br /&gt;1)What ur senior tells u is always true.&lt;br /&gt;2)Computer lab sessions are only meant 4 mailing and chatting.&lt;br /&gt;3)Library block is a place tat u visit only B4 study hols&lt;br /&gt;4)Class sessions are meant to be opethyfied.&lt;br /&gt;5)Project even when started with much ado is a big vethu.&lt;br /&gt;6)If tomo is internals open ur bk at eleven prev day nite or l8r.&lt;br /&gt;7)Copy in internals or fail.&lt;br /&gt;8)Copy ur program in the system HDD b4 univ practical exams.&lt;br /&gt;9)Even if the canteen food is not good visit it every brk every day.&lt;br /&gt;10)Weekends are meant 4 non stop fun hanging out with frnds.&lt;br /&gt;11)Make use of all available leaves in coll.&lt;br /&gt;12)Get suspended atleast once if possible.&lt;br /&gt;13)Study only at the end of study hols to secure a decent pass&lt;br /&gt;14)Paper presentation can be done by cut copy paste of prof or other students wrk.&lt;br /&gt;15)Foul mouth the coll management,higher authorities of ur department and coll rules.&lt;br /&gt;16)ALWAYS LAST MINUTE WORK.BUT PLAY AND HAVE FUN TILL THE END.&lt;br /&gt;17)Pass this precious advice to ur juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning :Any arva kolaaru first yr wont believe this crap when he first enters coll..Etho vithivelakku pol irupaan endru scena poduvaan...But final yr vanthu avanae unaruvaan senior sollil irukkum unmaiya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-6130073058131646061?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/6130073058131646061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/04/realization.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/6130073058131646061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/6130073058131646061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/04/realization.html' title='Realization..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-6681017161338121093</id><published>2009-03-22T22:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:42:37.267+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Justice delayed is justice denied..</title><content type='html'>Life is always pretty funny and wierdo..Sometimes u get punished for something tat u dont do and tats really unfair..Anyways tats the irony of life..Life will never be fair..Whatever perfect judicial system u create in the country or whatever best governance is there life will forever remain unfair..I cant give real world instances..But there are certain parallels in fiction..Take the case of Sirius Black of the Harry Potter series..Sirius is Harry's godfather and my favorite character in the book..This is the jist of his story..Sirius is born in the noble house of Black.It is a very pure blood line in JKR s lingo.He is handsome talented faithful to friendship and a real daredevil..Look how fate treats him..He sides with the good following his heart.Sirius revolts against his family who are in the wrong side of justice and lives for his friends..However he is accused of killing his best friend and his wife and put up in a wizard prison with the happiness sucked away from his soul.When he languishes for 14 years in prison none of his friends care to bring him to justice..They misunderstand him and think tat he is the betrayer.Sirius manages to escape and meet Harry in the third book.However his happiness is short lived and he always have to be a fugitive from justice and on the run..In the fifth book again he is shown living in his maternal house all alone and forced not to see the daylight..He is a member of the squad to fight against evil but is unable to contribute his best in spite of being talented as he had to lay low and not be found out.Isnt this a case of justice denied( delayed ??)Wat more punishment can a man have with his spirit crushed and having himself caged within four walls for no wrong of his??Sirius finally dies in the end of the fifth bk..The dark lord misleads Harry into thinking that Sirius is in trouble..Harry comes to save Sirius..However the case is vice versa..Sirius dies a hero's death saving Harry..Had there been in a mild twist of fate (or the story line) Sirius might be saved..If one reads the fifth book properly one might understand that..A story is a writers fantasy..But stories are very close to real life..and though Harry potter is pure fiction JKR accurately portrays the ironies of life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I cant put up the picture of Sirius in the movie.Coz i imagined him to be much more handsome and well am a horrible artist and cant put up my drawing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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denied..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-3416032908598982019</id><published>2009-03-19T20:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:52:43.345+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful lines</title><content type='html'>Hi..Am back to blogging after quite a long break..Today i read this lines in a forwarded mail..It really touched me a lot..So am putting it down here too..&lt;br /&gt;"It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return.But what is more painful is to never have the courage to let that person know how you feel.Don't go for looks;they can deceive.Don't go for wealth;Even that fades away..Go for someone who makes you smile because it only takes a smile to brighten a dark day.It only takes a minute to get a crush on someone,and a day to love someone.But it takes a lifetime to forgot someone."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-3416032908598982019?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/3416032908598982019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/03/beautiful-lines.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/3416032908598982019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/3416032908598982019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/03/beautiful-lines.html' title='Beautiful lines'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-698793609351152882</id><published>2009-03-08T20:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:13:19.978+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>There is a saying.."Faith can move mountains"..I am still trying to realize the truth of these lines..Many a times in life we are faced with self doubt and in those times..I think abt these lines.."If faith can move mountains cant i face chota chota problems"..Am a self confessed pessimist..This ppl close to me will know...Another thing i heavily under rate my self..Some times i muse..Sometimes i rant..In this instance faith is a magic mantra..Searchin for self faith and answers from within??Am in a moody mood..Signing of..&lt;br /&gt;Sudha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-698793609351152882?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/698793609351152882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/03/faith.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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She seldom goes out to the professional meets and dinners. Even if she goes to a meet she will never stay for dinner.A couple of days back Sleek international kitchen invited mom 4 dinner in Heritance to showcase their latest product a kitchen cabinet which opens by touch and with no handles..As we have not had an eat out for quite a long time..Mom took us out.. Tat was indeed one memorable evening having dinner in one of the choicest luxury hotels of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sa_7MnIaWgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/mUdDKUe3qlk/s1600-h/img1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sa_7MnIaWgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/mUdDKUe3qlk/s320/img1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309738679774370306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;the temple city with the artistic and enlightening company..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;HERITANCE Mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;urai-Where tradition is alive is a heritage hotel spread over 17 acres of greenery. It was a British club in the Raj era open to very select few( Madura coats high officials and very few outsiders like the owners of Hajeemosa).After years of neglect the Heritance group of hotels, Srilanka have now restored it to its original grandeur by converting it into a luxury resort with its distinct heritage feel and colonial era antiques and opened to public. There are about 81 rooms with 35 villas. Each villa has a private swimming pool. Some of the rooms have columns taken out of Chettinad homes and restored. I had a chance of being in the restaurant which was once the club house. The place where we were served the buffet was the ballroom of the yore. A French window opens out to a mini courtyard where drinks were ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ved..(Naturally i didnt go).There was a big banyan tree which ram was so enthusiastic about which i later found out was the bar. :-) B4 entering the restaurant there a gigantic pool tat give a feel of a temple tank. The feel the ambience the food and the service were pretty excellent..I was not very happy with the non veg items in the menu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sa_7VNynpQI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XBNoRlCCpyw/s1600-h/img6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sa_7VNynpQI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XBNoRlCCpyw/s320/img6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309738827590903042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;..But the vegetarian fare and the desert was sumptuous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"&gt;Another highlig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"&gt;t o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"&gt;f &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"&gt;our visit is tat the hotel is very recently opened .The opening was scheduled to be on March 3rd..But we were there on March 1st..Any visitor in Madurai who can afford to pay 8000 Rs for two per night and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at least 2000 Rs per meal should not miss to stay in this hotel.&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/7435832611227310520-1452681851450229577?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/1452681851450229577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/03/evening-at-heritance_05.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/1452681851450229577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/1452681851450229577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/03/evening-at-heritance_05.html' title='An evening at Heritance'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/Sa_7MnIaWgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/mUdDKUe3qlk/s72-c/img1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-5070230705278063570</id><published>2009-02-28T19:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:03:53.529+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Science day special</title><content type='html'>&lt;em style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;National Science day&lt;/em&gt; is celebrated every year on 28th Feb. - the &lt;em&gt;day&lt;/em&gt; when Raman effect was invented by Prof C.V.Raman.The true spirit of science and innovation was observed both by Ram and I today..Coz Ram had his science exhibition today and I had my review..Review can be taken as secondary..But Rams proj made me stay up all nite for the last two days..(Arey bagwan my proj seemed to be damn easy after handling his)Not tat my proj is easy and his tough..Rather i didnt have the patience with his.Ram's proj theme was Automatic closing of a railway gate using a simple principle-The wheels of the train act as a switch closing the circuit to the motor which controls the gate.Co&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SalXARPlG0I/AAAAAAAAALg/cWlb7ZUCd7M/s1600-h/DSC01150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307869297973205826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SalXARPlG0I/AAAAAAAAALg/cWlb7ZUCd7M/s320/DSC01150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nceptwise really simple and ingenious.The problem was making the circuit work reliably without loose contacts by winding copper properly in the wheels and track..&lt;br /&gt;Stayin up till 2 day b4 yest nite and all even yesterday didnt give us any solution.Tinkering,tryin this method and tat..i got really conky..Ram who was intially cool tat i will do it and didnt get involved much in the beginning also started to try his hand as the clock hand drew towards ten yesterday nite..Mom was suggesting even to try other ideas..It was finally at eleven the final breakthrough came when mom suggested to replace copper coils with tablet foils.Presto by eleven fifteen the circuit started working.Ram and I danced a jig in relief.Ram's proj was a moderate success today.Most of his fellow class mates have bought projects or dismantled toys..Not much tried thier own hand.Ram improvised the model further and the one tat he brought back home was really good..Bhaiya..U r becoming a budding scientist..Am so proud of u... :-)&lt;br /&gt;Reg my review..I just went through the slides at coll last even..And today morning with a brush up we ran the show and it went good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-5070230705278063570?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/5070230705278063570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/02/science-day-special.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5070230705278063570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5070230705278063570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/02/science-day-special.html' title='Science day special'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SalXARPlG0I/AAAAAAAAALg/cWlb7ZUCd7M/s72-c/DSC01150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-5468780547308510833</id><published>2009-02-25T01:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-25T02:07:22.097+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Two korean Movies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SaRVRuuq4MI/AAAAAAAAAKo/xE58Z7UJmKM/s1600-h/miil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SaRVRuuq4MI/AAAAAAAAAKo/xE58Z7UJmKM/s320/miil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306460024039203010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am penning down this on subbu's request for a  movie review.Two korean movies tat i saw last wk..The movies are a bit of craze in coll for quite a few days..Source..Nan.. :-)Movies and I are poles apart coz i always consider the time spent watchin a movie equivalent to time wasted..But ok..Millionaire's first love can be watched once..with certain scenes lingering in ur mind..The reason tat i liked the movie is tat it subtly brings out the fulfillment one gets in life by holding on to love and friendship instead of money and materialism..I liked the particular scene in which the protoganist wonders "How could these ppl be happy with a mere 10 $ note??" There is beatiful picturisation throughout the film and being the first korean movie tat i watched i could get an insight on korean culture..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SaRXMY1py3I/AAAAAAAAALA/CLqzVIGyqH8/s1600-h/486p-attach-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SaRXMY1py3I/AAAAAAAAALA/CLqzVIGyqH8/s320/486p-attach-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306462131286821746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next comes My little bride..I j enjoyed every moment of this movie..There is fun innocence and comedy..The little heroine was really really cute...See the picture :-)The story is abt how the hero wins the heart of his 15 yr old bride who had married him in accordance to the last wish of her grandpa..The ending was really emotional..I liked the way the hero conveyed his emotions in a brusque and yet touching way in typical guy fashion..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-5468780547308510833?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/5468780547308510833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-korean-movies.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5468780547308510833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/5468780547308510833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-korean-movies.html' title='Two korean Movies...'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/SaRVRuuq4MI/AAAAAAAAAKo/xE58Z7UJmKM/s72-c/miil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-6544839551238350322</id><published>2009-02-19T19:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:31:51.736+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One poem tat inspires me forever..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you can keep your head when all about you&lt;br /&gt;Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;&lt;br /&gt;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;But make allowance for their doubting too:&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,&lt;br /&gt;Or being hated don't give way to hating,&lt;br /&gt;And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can dream and not make dreams your master;&lt;br /&gt;If you can think and not make thoughts your aim,&lt;br /&gt;If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster&lt;br /&gt;And treat those two impostors just the same:&lt;br /&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,&lt;br /&gt;And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt;And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings,&lt;br /&gt;And never breathe a word about your loss:&lt;br /&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,&lt;br /&gt;If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much:&lt;br /&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;br /&gt;And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-6544839551238350322?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/6544839551238350322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-poem-tat-inspires-me-forever.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/6544839551238350322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/6544839551238350322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-poem-tat-inspires-me-forever.html' title='One poem tat inspires me forever..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-3791612598934538827</id><published>2009-02-08T16:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:02:45.121+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Graduate Aptitude Test in Engineering..</title><content type='html'>Today i had my GATE..urrghh..The technical exam for doing post graduate in India.Am not a really reluctant scholar..I like being nerdy..But GATE is too much for me as it demands too much hardwork sloggin stuff..I wrote GATE as my dad , a caring dad like the one in vaaranam aayiram wants his daughters life to reach great heights..Totally reluctant to learn till the end i played the truant game..But unfortunately as it always happens in life i came to know the truth of dad's words when i saw the question ppr.&lt;br /&gt;Feb 1..I finished MAT and was returnin home..Gracy's mssg.."Chk out sun news..All colls indefinitely closed in TN".Then there is a continuous stream of mssgs...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; calls.."&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sudha..this is time 4 u to prep..Come on..U can get into IIT&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sudha&lt;/span&gt;.."&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arghhhh..Dad.. IIT is not Raja engineering college&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;We had coll leave till feb8..Exactly one week leave..For all GATE aspirants of TN..government had been sooo generous..Yeah but a gift given should be taken na...&lt;br /&gt;First few days of the wk was pretty hectic with proj worries..then bookin tickets 4 going to hyderabad next week..Then well i did have time in the end..I learnt..But learnt selectively..GATE aspirants who happen to come across this blog..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One week crash prep at the end even if done dedicated is not enough for GATE.I learnt it from experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnot revise maths and tat turned out to be a blunder..Left out power systems, power electronics and machines completely!!These subjects are pretty easy..But i didnt have time i the end..And too much of stuffin in facts in one day can make brains wooly..So final day b4 the test i threw out all the bks listened to music and watched TV.&lt;br /&gt;And wat happened in the test hall??I finished the three hr test in one and a half hrs.There is negative markin..So attended only half..Then was lookin around..tappin the desk..Makin the invigilator get suspicious of me!!!!Believe it or not..I found the test highly mentally stimulating..Here are ppl testin wat i have understood learning the past 4 yrs...And tat was interesting inspite of my limited knowledge....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So moral of the story is tat...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Non GATE ppl..take GATE as it is worth the challenge.GATE aspirants prepare well and go..U can crack it if u had prepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more regrets..Signin off..Sudha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-3791612598934538827?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/3791612598934538827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/02/graduate-aptitude-test-in-engineering.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/3791612598934538827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/3791612598934538827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/02/graduate-aptitude-test-in-engineering.html' title='Graduate Aptitude Test in Engineering..'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-3127223342736315805</id><published>2009-02-05T15:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:15:36.543+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just popping in!!</title><content type='html'>While starting this blog a month back my first resolution was never to have blogging as weak as new yr resolutions...Am a bit busy the previous week this one and the forth coming week too..There are quite a few entries tat i have thought to put down..But those can wait.... :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-3127223342736315805?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/3127223342736315805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-popping-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/3127223342736315805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/3127223342736315805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-popping-in.html' title='Just popping in!!'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-253175639779956189</id><published>2009-01-27T22:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:39:32.055+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Oops i forgot the password!!!</title><content type='html'>Tat happens in the end of the never endin fight between 12 and 20 for the single PC at home..I got a younger bro aged 12..But he has a computer poweress equal to tat of me.. :-( and day in and out we fight for the only system at home..Being above 18 and havin the advantage of being the elder one has parental support in my side..But with ram u can never expect a thing..He wants the 700 unlimited plan..I want the 500 plan tat gives me 175 freee calls..and the fight goes on who gettin the system on sunday afternoon..Ram has a habit of settin very looong passwords for his user account..And the comedy is after a couple of days he himself will forget tat..And today he came up with a pretty exasperatin situation 4 him...His frnd has sent him a couple of torrents game link 4 to his yahoo id and he has forgot the pass wd!!I told him..tell ur frnd to send it 2 ur gmail account my boy!!and u know wat he said..I am not sure abt my passwd..So it goes in round and round..Everytime ram sees me lingerin around while he types his passwd..We end up in a fight and he setting a tougher passwd and the story repeats it self..HeHe.:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-253175639779956189?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/253175639779956189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/01/oops-i-forgot-password.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/253175639779956189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/253175639779956189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/01/oops-i-forgot-password.html' title='Oops i forgot the password!!!'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-6193756333169332374</id><published>2009-01-24T13:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:45:16.514+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wats life holdin 4 me??</title><content type='html'>Here i am on a three day brk from regular coll..Life seems to be like chewin the same cud??Nah..not exactly..I got my proj..There are a host of entrance exams and stuff awaitin me nxt month..And well it is all the same rut??Nah tats not the case..I just hate the very stuff i eagerly await 4..Proj gets stuck up with problems in the middle.There r apprehensions on the feasiblity and deliverablity within time..Then the very idea of studyin 4 competitve exams is really repellent..Tat model question pprs and the old bks seem to be really disgusting..Yeah i keep grumblin like an old lady day in and day out waitin for another day of precious youth run away..Hmp..Am in a foul mood now..Hey wats life holdin 4 me??This alone i ask myself now and then..Crazy and mad with dumb existence.............sudha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-6193756333169332374?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/6193756333169332374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/01/wats-life-holdin-4-me.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/6193756333169332374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/6193756333169332374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/01/wats-life-holdin-4-me.html' title='Wats life holdin 4 me??'/><author><name>Sudha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134512141859189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OUNLtfeHwpw/S5t2BE36HGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vfrUvMAciQQ/S220/Spotted_and_Dotted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7435832611227310520.post-935149468804022053</id><published>2009-01-20T22:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:09:52.485+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Music-An enthralling experience...</title><content type='html'>Music..tats one magical word tat can transport man from his mundane to mystical..I have been a music mania rite from my childhood..Crazy enough tat i have either the music system on all time at home or the ipod plugged in ears when fellow inmates of household get bugged by constant music..Am the sort of creature who can hear the same record upteem number of times till i get tired of it..And it goes on like tat my life long romance with music..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-935149468804022053?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/935149468804022053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/01/music-enthralling-experience.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/935149468804022053'/><link 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madurai..Reliance has been opening its outlets in this small town for quite sometime b4..Reliance fresh made its entry first and then a medicals..(Vasan medical hall is competing for&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; its space rite now)And yeah now is the ultimate Reliance super..It has a dashin combination of good quality products,buyer enticing offers and prices..While u are thinking tat u are savin money u actually end up spending more..Whatever it is..It is a WIN WIN situation.The shop floor has not been fully established..Rite now they have a clothes section..T shirts,tops, kurthis and stuff..&lt;strong&gt;Buy 2 get 2 free&lt;/strong&gt;!!!I cant rate them really good..But it is worth the buy..U can shop dress for a family of 4 within 1000Rs.This indeed goes well with thrifty maduraities..Then there is the usual grocery section,fresh fruits and veg,household items,knicknacks,mobile store,mini watch show room..My visit here was purely for window shopping however in the the end even i was tempted to buy...So ppl of மதுரை ..Dont miss this shop..:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7435832611227310520-406250962113939506?l=reflections-sudha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/feeds/406250962113939506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/01/bbkulum-reliance-super.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/406250962113939506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7435832611227310520/posts/default/406250962113939506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflections-sudha.blogspot.com/2009/01/bbkulum-reliance-super.html' title='BBkulum 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