<?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-945898150811395118</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:24:16.975-08:00</updated><category term='Crisis'/><category term='Tennis'/><category term='Jute Bags'/><category term='Wishlist'/><category term='Impulsive shopping'/><category term='Cricket'/><category term='After a long break'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='Green'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='tag'/><category term='Social Networks'/><category term='F.R.I.E.N.D.S'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Monotony'/><category term='Board Games'/><category term='Blogger Tips'/><category term='Shopping....at it&apos;s worst'/><category term='Mom&apos;s B&apos;day'/><category term='Men are Complicated'/><category term='Climb the ladder'/><category term='Games'/><category term='Compulsive'/><category term='COMPLEXITY'/><category term='Miss you.....'/><category term='I LOVE Chocolate'/><category term='Modular Kitchen'/><category term='CRAZY all along'/><category term='Disturbed'/><category term='Fuel Woes'/><category term='Favorite numbers'/><category term='Jokes'/><category term='Uncivilized'/><category term='Writing vs Coding'/><category term='WebComic'/><category term='HoMe Not-So-Sweet HoMe...'/><category term='sadness'/><title type='text'>ME, MYSELF.....</title><subtitle type='html'>My MIND defines my THOUGHTS!!

Read my MIND!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-3498458525758454782</id><published>2009-11-26T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:31:05.909-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Vacation of 2009</title><content type='html'>Ahhh....the thought of a vacation instantly brings that SMILE to my face.&lt;br /&gt;Why, you ask?? Well, I'm sure gonna tell you....but you'll have to take some time to read the next few blog posts to get a hint as to WHY?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I faintly remember my last...ACTUAL vacation. It was way back in the 7th grade. Haven't really managed to have a well-deserved holiday eversince. Not sure why, but just haven't! And after long years of lazy summer breaks, slothful weekends , ...finally came THE vacation - the one that I was looking forward to more than anything else (perhaps more exciting than receiving my pay cheque every month!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the plans started some time around April 2009. My cousin came up with the draft of the itinerary. He loves traveling and I must admit,...thanks to him my family and I have understood the essence behind traveling to places that gripped our attention so much that we felt on top-of-the-world!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of work had gone into preparing the final plan. We exchanged phone calls, emails, spent evenings at each other's place to educate ourselves on what the plan was about. As for me, it had more to do with curiousity...and a constant urge to understand every single detail of every place that we planned to visit in those 11 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this excited ever. I've read so much on these places like never before. Suddenly, geography became so interesting that every day I'd log in to Google maps! &lt;br /&gt;And by the time we realized it, the morning of 30th October,2009 finally dawned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is rightly said that "Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder" ...and I can't agree more after my maiden trip to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Himalayas"&gt;HIMALAYAS&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks Subbu for making it happen! :-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: More blog posts to follow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-3498458525758454782?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/3498458525758454782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=3498458525758454782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/3498458525758454782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/3498458525758454782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2009/11/vacation-of-2009.html' title='Vacation of 2009'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-6761367865161546858</id><published>2009-07-30T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T03:18:03.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Networks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CRAZY all along'/><title type='text'>Networking sites - a pain sometimes!</title><content type='html'>I found this friend request on FB early this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow mashallah really ur 2 cute nice nice pose so sweet .........................really ur looking grgs ...................me iam zaid frm ksa saudi arabia,,,,,,,,,,i lke chat with u .my mail id funky_sh2@yahoo.com pls add me uhave yahoo idso swet ur smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven HELP ME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-6761367865161546858?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/6761367865161546858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=6761367865161546858' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/6761367865161546858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/6761367865161546858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2009/07/networking-sites-pain-sometimes.html' title='Networking sites - a pain sometimes!'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-7398353512085479387</id><published>2009-07-20T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:35:43.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Impulsive shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compulsive'/><title type='text'>Compulsive and Impulsive Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SmiB63v53JI/AAAAAAAAAII/lWcLkdW6BJI/s1600-h/Shopping20Logo20TSS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 373px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SmiB63v53JI/AAAAAAAAAII/lWcLkdW6BJI/s400/Shopping20Logo20TSS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361678204781845650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is a fact of life - something that none of us can do without! Though how much we shop is entirely up to us. &lt;br /&gt;You go to the mall, department store, grocery store, or a retail store. Before leaving the house, had you made out a plan for what you were going to shop for? Did you already have an amount of money planned and set aside for purchases, an amount not to go past? Was your mind already made up not to buy anything but exactly what you planned upon?&lt;br /&gt;Well for those of you who don't step out of the house keeping the above points in mind, you're just about to burn your pockets completely!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two different shopping mindsets that would define what kind of a shopper you actually are.&lt;br /&gt;These are my inferences based on all that I have read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compulsive Shopping:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A compulsive shopper and a shopaholic are synonymous with one another.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping for this category of people would bring happiness, content, satisfaction and relief! ...It removes distress and eradicates the feeling of having nothing. However, this state of mind is transient. &lt;br /&gt;People obsessed with shopping only tend to alleviate their compulsion for that moment. Its only a matter of time when they would get back into the compulsive shopping-spree once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Traits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your monthly pay cheque - GO SHOP,&lt;br /&gt;Saved up some cash in the last 10 days - GO SHOP&lt;br /&gt;Haven't shopped in the last 24 hrs - Reward yourself - GO SHOP&lt;br /&gt;You're bored of your furniture- GO ShOP! &lt;br /&gt;Had a dream last night that you were shopping - Well, make it true - GO SHOP&lt;br /&gt;Whoops, its raining - run to the nearest store, which means - GO SHOP!&lt;br /&gt;Havent done your laundry, having nothing in your wardrobe - GO SHOP! :-s&lt;br /&gt;Your BRAND NEW brown shoes don't go too well with your pink dress - GO SHOP!&lt;br /&gt;You're reading this blog...feeling tempted - GO SHOP! :-p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impulsive Shopping:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An impulsive shopper is one who shops without any specific idea of what to buy. Its more to do with an impetus - a forceful need to shop,...But for what? There's no answer to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Traits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, you're an impulsive shopper who plans to visit a departmental store. On the way, you stop by at the mall just to do some "window" shopping. Every dress on the mannequins catches your eye instantly, and there starts the temptation. Off you walk into the store,.... and land up picking stuff which you thinks might be of some use, though at that point of time you really can manage without it. In about 2 hrs, you walk out just to find yourself down 4000bucks.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, back to the plan of buying groceries. No real list in place, you get to the departmental store. Excitedly you walk down the isle...along the crockery section. Whoops....and your're down another 2000bucks...after looking at all the fancy and colorful dinner sets.&lt;br /&gt;Now you're hungry, having been gone hours longer than you anticipated. So you go to a food court to buy yourself some SIMPLE stuff to munch on. And there it is...you're down by another 350 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if its just me, but don't you think a compulsive shopper could also be an impulsive shopper....and not vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think....and yes, what kind of category do you think you fall under?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, all this is making me want to go shopping.....it's almost past 21:00hrs! ARGHHH! :-p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-7398353512085479387?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/7398353512085479387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=7398353512085479387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/7398353512085479387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/7398353512085479387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2009/07/compulsive-and-impulsive-shopping.html' title='Compulsive and Impulsive Shopping'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SmiB63v53JI/AAAAAAAAAII/lWcLkdW6BJI/s72-c/Shopping20Logo20TSS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-2475024297497711997</id><published>2009-05-13T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:43:54.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncivilized'/><title type='text'>Uncivilized ......UGH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SmRMBnUN1_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/UmoeP7uFX1g/s1600-h/20821-Clipart-Picture-Of-A-Young-Man-Doing-A-Skateboarding-Stunt-And-Spitting-Chewing-Tobacco-On-The-Ground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SmRMBnUN1_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/UmoeP7uFX1g/s400/20821-Clipart-Picture-Of-A-Young-Man-Doing-A-Skateboarding-Stunt-And-Spitting-Chewing-Tobacco-On-The-Ground.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360493047095089138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written about 2 months back...I just missed out publishing it! :-s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to accept the fact that Bangalore has a LOOOONNNGG way to go in terms of CIVIC SENSE! I used to think there were SOME sane people out here....but I've been forced to do some rethinking! &lt;br /&gt;What made me think so......Read the incident:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened a few days back; one evening on my way back home from work.&lt;br /&gt;I ride back home every evening; and trust me..it's painful. Especially during summer, its awful! There are a zillion vehicles on the road and I always have the gifted spot of getting stuck right behind a huge bus at every d@mn signal. So with all that smoke and dust hovering all over my face, I raced through the crazy roads of B'lore!&lt;br /&gt;At one of the junctions, I had to wait for about a minute before the signal turned green! Once it did; there was not just one but two morons; one in a Swaraj Mazda Van and the other on a bike who overtook me without a clear signal. Well, this is something which happens all the time. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways;...the fun starts here! ...&lt;br /&gt;There's a median in the center of the road. The driver of the Mazda zoomed towards it by manoeuvering the vehicle to the right while the guy on the bike had no option but to speed up and try and overtake the van. However, the highly intelligent driver of the Mazda accelerated further and once he got close to the median; SPAT an entire sack full of PAAN (supari...UGHHH!) ....little did he know that in less than a second all that $hit would be on the biker's face!!! YUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKkk.....&lt;br /&gt;And the blessed person that I am (GOSH!), I got to witness the entire series of events which lasted for less than a minute....EEks!!!&lt;br /&gt;Probably the yuckiest minute of my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question here is not about WHY people out here SPIT while driving....(Well, in India people use the roads for anything...and I mean ANYTHING!!) Its more about why the HELL don't they look at the godd@mn rear-view mirror before spitting!! That's the LEAST they can do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even this morning on my way to work, another guy in a Santro performs his early morning ritual by spitting on the road. I mean, I'm talking about EDUCATED, supposedly well-bred people, with classy jobs and hefty salaries....However, in terms of Civic Sense they have no idea about how irresponsible they are! ...ZILCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, its about time that the leading fashion designers in the country came up with this ultra-trendy SPIT-PROOF outfit - that you can wear for all seasons! And yes, ..definately at a reasonable price! :-p...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-2475024297497711997?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/2475024297497711997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=2475024297497711997' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/2475024297497711997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/2475024297497711997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2009/05/uncivilized-ugh.html' title='Uncivilized ......UGH!'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SmRMBnUN1_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/UmoeP7uFX1g/s72-c/20821-Clipart-Picture-Of-A-Young-Man-Doing-A-Skateboarding-Stunt-And-Spitting-Chewing-Tobacco-On-The-Ground.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-8385003104775325986</id><published>2009-04-16T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T03:59:37.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Board Games'/><title type='text'>Board Games</title><content type='html'>I mentioned about board games in my previous post; so thought I should share my favorite board games till date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Monopoly (the best ever!!)&lt;br /&gt;2) Cluedo (amazing and exciting!)&lt;br /&gt;3) Pictionary (Simply love this when I travel! Its fun to play this with a big group)&lt;br /&gt;4) Carroms (hate it when I lose :-p )&lt;br /&gt;5) Life (Time pass, monopoly is nicer!)&lt;br /&gt;6) Scotland Yard (Fun to be the thief!)&lt;br /&gt;7) Ludo :-) (when i'm really bored!)&lt;br /&gt;8) Snakes and ladders&lt;br /&gt;9) Chess (Only when the person I play with isn't as good as I am :-p...Unfortunately that's never the case)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this is for all the Tamil folks....I was amazed when I went to this Toy shop last week and actually saw &lt;strong&gt;Pallanguli&lt;/strong&gt; in the entire stack of board games...Reminded me of the days when I just got introduced to the game. Used to play it with my paati (grandmom)...and loved it!! What's impressing is the very idea of the game and the fact that we used to play it with shells!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;So it's out there in the market...go get one for yourself!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy GAMING!! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-8385003104775325986?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/8385003104775325986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=8385003104775325986' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/8385003104775325986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/8385003104775325986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2009/04/board-games.html' title='Board Games'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-4436122861645792558</id><published>2009-04-16T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T02:37:46.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monotony'/><title type='text'>Monotony.... (SIGH!)</title><content type='html'>What does it take to break the monotony of your daily routine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I have no idea??!!...I feel like I'm 60 without having the thought of what to do next :-s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, thoughts like this at my age is not such a great sign, is it? :-s&lt;br /&gt;For the whole of last week (actually almost 3 weeks - I feel guilty for saying that) I've been trying to do something productive (Well, that's what I'm paid for you see). But somehow just haven't managed to get my mind tuned to WORK efficiently.&lt;br /&gt;Just a few weeks back, I was so involved with work that I used to be glued to my monitor for hours together. I used to avoid going for tea breaks too; and now I keep looking at my watch every 15 min. I come every morning to work, and start talking about lunch :-s....Yeah, what a depressing life!! SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing a lot of Sudoku and also solving a lot of web puzzles...&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, my colleagues and I were talking about the different kinds of board games we've played...And eversince I've been reading about them on wikipedia... :-s&lt;br /&gt;Infact I'm thinking if I should bring some of them to work...to break the monotony!! But, not sure if I'll be the only one playing it eventually...SOB!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would have logged in to Facebook, linkedin, gmail about 10 times during the day....realise that its about time I started work, then decide to push it by another 10 min....and by the time I realise its 5pm and I'm done for the day! :-p ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now...I'm listening to Rehna Tu - Delhi 6 and looking at some lovely pics on Facebook...&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me ...isn't it time for my evening Chaii...&lt;br /&gt;Got to run!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-4436122861645792558?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/4436122861645792558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=4436122861645792558' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/4436122861645792558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/4436122861645792558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2009/04/monotony-sigh.html' title='Monotony.... (SIGH!)'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-639459870489435027</id><published>2009-04-06T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T05:42:22.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='After a long break'/><title type='text'>Back....after a long break!</title><content type='html'>I'm back.........after a long break....not exactly a well-deserved break, ..but a period of stress, long hours at work, sleepless nights, worries, tensions....blah, blah, blah...&lt;br /&gt;And these rough yet exciting days will be back soon....even before I could realise it.. SIGH!!&lt;br /&gt;So thought I'd make the most of my time (at work) by getting back to what I used to enjoy doing most...BLOGGING! This is how I reward myself for all those SINCERE hours of productive work that I've put in (Ok, I know I have a depressing life...DUH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....now when you tend to break from the routine WRITING cycle (in my case that works both on the personal and professional front), there's always a tough task ahead of you - and that is to think of WHAT to write! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sum up all the events of the last few weeks.... &lt;br /&gt;(in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Hmmm....Ahhhh...the OSCARS...!! I remember watching the event LIVE on TV...and it was time for me to head off to work...With much of disgust, I decided to leave...Arghh!!&lt;br /&gt;Soon as I got to work, I got an SMS from my mom saying "Rahman won the Oscar for best musical score" ...&lt;br /&gt;I felt on top of the world!! I was so happy and thrilled that he won it!! All that hard work had finally paid off!! &lt;br /&gt;(However, I feel if Slumdog could fetch him an Oscar, what about the rest of the movies for which he's directed? ....I'll put down my thoughts on this in another post!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My house renovation - I have stopped thinking about it...Things out here are way too hard to plan and I have no idea when I'm going shift. This is has taken the life out of me and my family. Our weekends have been highly exciting - Cemented walls, saw dust, paint-shopping, bathroom-accessories-shopping, lights, curtains, ...oh and a hell a lot of yelling at everyone who decides to do the work! Only if they DID, it would have saved us a lot of energy!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Recession - This has been a tough month! Things have changed a lot at home and at work. And its getting awfully tough to accept the reality.....&lt;br /&gt;I hate everything about the recession - there is just too much of change in every single thing that you do - and life isnt all that hunky-dory as it used to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Life at work - Hmmm....been tough for the last 2 months! Got to witness and experience a whole lot of things...but certainly worth the effort! Completed my first official release ...YAY!! ... but this was with a lot of compromise...fewer hrs spent with family, keeping in touch with friends was almost forgotten, stress levels were much higher, mood swings, late hrs at work and having to ride back home late (This place isnt all that safe!) ....anyways...!! I guess I'll be back to a similar routine in a few weeks...Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) A friend of mine got engaged! -- YAYYY...!!! Can't wait for her wedding!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;   A friend of mine is going to have a baby - YAYYYY again!! I think its a girl!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;6) My trip to Kushalnagar - It was the best trip till date!! The most relaxing and fun-filled weekend in a long time! I had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;Hogged like a pig, put on a few extra kilos (I don't feel bad about it!), went swimming (got tanned big time!...that's bothering me a bit!), played badminton, cricket, pampered the doggies there, played cards, carrom, chess, ...oh gosh! I did a whole lot of stuff!! It was amazing!! Next destination - thinking about OOty!! :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) My summer cut - Got a hair cut....and really short...Its not that I look my age...but this certainly got me looking like a kid all over again....well, its to beat the heat!! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Talking about the heat - Oh man! What on earth is up with the weather? Its soaring out here...I hate it! And I hate riding to work in this heat! YUCK!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh GOD, I can't wait to feel the rains! I don't even remember what its like when it RAINS!! Wahhhhhh!!! :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Shopping - I remember I had some gift coupons which I had to use within a week before the validity could expire. I thought I'd buy myself something upto what the coupons amounted to (considering the recession..blah blah)...and yes, I did..but slightly went overboard...I landed up shelling out an additional 4000 bucks! ...Well, you can say it was the stress and the fact that I hadnt shopped in a long time that I landed up doing this! DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Miss my fiance way too much these days! Its killing! Nothing I could about it...SIGH!! :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Hmmm....banged my head on a garden seat while trying to rest my head...and eversince I've been having these awful headaches....OH GOD!! What's next???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a whole lot of other things that I want to write down...but beginning to feel hungry! I need to grab a quick bite...which would mean I need to leave work NOW - which would take me 45min - 1 hr to reach home....getting awfully sick in the  traffic....Hmmphh!! &lt;br /&gt;Signing off, Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-639459870489435027?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/639459870489435027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=639459870489435027' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/639459870489435027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/639459870489435027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2009/04/backafter-long-break.html' title='Back....after a long break!'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-5260428975519896987</id><published>2009-02-16T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:08:11.683-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Sardar's back!! Oye Paajii...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SZknaPwUJSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/TfDJpYFNBuM/s1600-h/cartoon-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SZknaPwUJSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/TfDJpYFNBuM/s400/cartoon-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303313368064730402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sardar and an American are seated next to each other on a flight from Los Angeles to New York. The American asks if he would like to play a fun-game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sardar, tired, just wants to take a nap, so he politely declines and rolls over to the window to catch a few winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American persists and explains that the game is easy and a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, “I ask you a question, and if you don’t know the answer, you pay me $5, and vice versa.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the Sardar declines and tries to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American, now worked up, says, “Okay, if you don’t know the answer, you pay me $5, and if I don’t know the answer, I’ll pay you $500.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gets the sardar’s attention and, figuring there will be no end to this! torment, agrees to the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American asks the first question, “What’s the distance from the earth to the moon?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sardar doesn’t say a word, reaches into his wallet, pulls out a $5 bill and hands it to the American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay,” says the American, “Your turn.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Sardar asks, “What goes up a hill with three legs and comes down with four legs?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American thinks about it. No answer. Puzzled, he takes out his laptop computer and searches all his references. No answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He taps into the air-phone with his modem and searches the Internet and the Library of Congress. No answer.&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, he sends e-mails to all his friends and co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checks the input. All to no avail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a long time later, he wakes the Sardar and hands him $500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sardar thanks him and turns back to get his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American, more than a little miffed, stirs the Sardar and asks,&lt;br /&gt;“Well,&lt;br /&gt;what’s the answer?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, the Sardar reaches into his purse, hands the American $5, and&lt;br /&gt;goes back to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—————————————————————————————&lt;br /&gt;Once, two Sardars were feeling bored and decided to play a few games of chess to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;They were doing this for some time, when two more sardar friends dropped by. Seeing them play chess, they said - “Come on guys, we are feeling bored too. Let us play doubles!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—————————————————————————————&lt;br /&gt;Once a Sardarji went to the city of Mumbai for the first time to meet his father. His father had asked him to keep walking in the direction of the sunrise until he eventually reached hishouse. Since, the Sardarji was new to the city he decided to ask a passerby the direction in which the sun rose in Mumbai - east, west, north or south?The passerby who was also a Sardarji thought for some time and then said, “Main bhi is sheher mein naya aaya hoon!” ( I am also new in this city!)&lt;br /&gt;—————————————————————————————&lt;br /&gt;Our Sardar bhai is at the railway station. He asks a man “When will Rajdhani Express go from here”? Man Replies 12.30. “When will Punjab Express go from here”?Man Replies 10.30. “When will Deccan Queen go from here”? Man Replies 12.30. Thus the sardar goes on asking the schedule for all trains. Now the man gets fed up and asks whether he wants to go to Punjab by train or not.Sardar replies, “NO. I only want to cross the tracks!”&lt;br /&gt;—————————————————————————————&lt;br /&gt;Sardarji bought a brand new Maruti and decided to drive down from Amritsar, where he lived, to Jalandar to meet his friend. He reached there in a few hours. After spending a few days there, he decided to return, and called up his mother to expect him in the evening. But he didn’t reach in the evening and not the next day either. When he finally reached home on the third day, his distraught mother ran and asked him ” Arre Puttar, ki hoya?” (What Happened, My Son?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sardarji got out, obviously very tired from a long journey, and said, “Oy, ye Marutti wale pagal hain, agge jaane waaste chaar gear banaate hain, aur pichche jaane waaste sirf ik?” (These Maruti Car people are crazy! They have four gears for going forward, but only one for going back!)&lt;br /&gt;—————————————————————————————&lt;br /&gt;One day a Sardar happened to see a marathon race.&lt;br /&gt;"What the guys are doing?" asked the sardar.&lt;br /&gt;"We are running a marathon. The winner will get a prize” replied one of the runners.&lt;br /&gt;"Only the winner will get prize? Then why others are participating!!" , exclaimed the Sardar&lt;br /&gt;—————————————————————————————&lt;br /&gt;2 sardars were fixing a bomb in a car.&lt;br /&gt;Sardar 1 : What would you do if the bomb explodes while fixing.&lt;br /&gt;sardar 2 : Dont worry, I have one more.&lt;br /&gt;—————————————————————————————&lt;br /&gt;Sardar enters the kitchen and opens the sugarbox. He looks inside and closes it.Wife observes the whole episode.He again comes and does the same stuff. His wife then asks him "Why are you doing this?" &lt;br /&gt;Sardar replies "Doctor told to check sugar level regularly". &lt;br /&gt;—————————————————————————————&lt;br /&gt;Two Sardars walk into a bar, and each of them order a drink. They go and sit down and start toasting and cheering, “51 days! 51 Days!!” &lt;br /&gt;About five minutes later, another Sardar walks in; orders a drink, and joins the other two in the cheering.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, another Sardar walks in with what looks like a picture. He puts the picture in the middle of the table, and starts cheering with the others, “51 days!51 days!!&lt;br /&gt;The Bartender starts to get really curious, so he walks over to discover that the picture is a Puzzle. &lt;br /&gt;He walks over to one of the Sardar and asks, “What on earth are you doing??"&lt;br /&gt;"Well” the Sardar says, “Everyone thinks Sardars are so stupid, so we proved them wrong. On the box of this puzzle, it says 2-4 years, but we finished it in only 51 days!!!&lt;br /&gt;—————————————————————————————&lt;br /&gt;The doctor told a Sardarji that if he ran 8 kilometers a day for 300 days, he would lose 34 kilos. At the end of 300 days, the Sardarji called the doctor to report he had lost the weight,but he had a problem.”What’s the problem?” asked the doctor."I’m 2400 kms from home", replied the Sardar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-5260428975519896987?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/5260428975519896987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=5260428975519896987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/5260428975519896987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/5260428975519896987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2009/02/sardars-back-oye-paajii.html' title='Sardar&apos;s back!! 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Watch him CRY! :-( SOB!&lt;br /&gt;"He cried and it was hard not to cry with him. The sight of Roger Federer’s lower lip trembling would have been enough to start most soft-hearted observers off, but by the time his tears started flowing, a far proportion of the 15,000 at Rod Laver Arena and the millions watching around the world were probably reaching for the tissues too. If that had not done the trick, then the sight of Rafael Nadal, his conqueror, putting his arm around him in friendly consolation, would have set off a worldwide outbreak of sniffles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia being a nation which values mateship to such a great extent would not have got to witness an embodiment of true sportsmanship with a champion comforting another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger was going great in the initial sets but faultered drastically towards the last set. Rafael blazed through the game like a lightening streak. He undoubtedly displayed a scene-stealing performance; broke Roger's serve on plenty occasions; made fewer unforced errors; the guy was simply at his BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came the end to yet another final of the two most incredible tennis stars the sport has ever produced! Tough time for all Roger fans (including me) and it just got worse during the presentation ceremony. Being the runner-up he was called to the dais first. With all the adulation and applause from the audience, he exclaimed in absolute grief “God, it’s killing me" ; and the sobs took over! :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fans all over the Rod Laver Arena were shocked; shocked to see their champion display a public outburst of emotion for the first time. And it was painful to see him struggle for words. &lt;br /&gt;And then as Rafael was called to give his speech, the true sportsman that he is, he went up to Roger and reassured him with a hug.&lt;br /&gt;Rog, sorry for today,” said Rafael, turning to his friend with genuine compassion in his voice. “I really know how you feel right now. Remember that you are a great champion and you are one of the best in history and you will beat Pete Sampras’ 14 titles for sure.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger mustered a weak smile and nodded his appreciation, but the pain was still there on his face. It wasn’t long before the tears began to roll again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly one of the most eventful grand slams I've ever seen; and it really reflected on how passionate a champion is of his game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the champion(S) and to TENNIS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-4136717240952771608?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/4136717240952771608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=4136717240952771608' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/4136717240952771608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/4136717240952771608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2009/02/sad-day-for-fedex-fans.html' title='An eventful day for TENNIS...'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SYrqilfarQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vDdM7J22TjE/s72-c/01aust3_span.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-8104488722701612280</id><published>2009-02-02T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:47:48.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crisis'/><title type='text'>Economic Crunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SYatc26EmII/AAAAAAAAAG4/aEzFkgnYJUQ/s1600-h/jc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SYatc26EmII/AAAAAAAAAG4/aEzFkgnYJUQ/s400/jc.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298112722934995074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job Cuts, Lay-offs, economic crunch, financial slowdown, retrenchment, recession - the BUZZ words for the current financial year! And everyone's experiencing the pinch of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact I was just looking at the &lt;a href="http://www.forbes.com/2008/11/17/layoff-tracker-unemployement-lead-cx_kk_1118tracker.html?feed=rss_popstories"&gt;Layoff tracker&lt;/a&gt; on Forbes. The numbers look scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest economic turmoil I've ever witnessed. And in some way or the other it has affected all levels of employment. Jobs are at stake - One day you're earning big bucks and the next day you have a pink slip at your desk. No hikes, no promotions, no bonuses - Elements that were considered default with every year of work have now become void!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now hear people say "Who cares about the bonus; I want my job intact"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massive job cuts across the globe have got people thinking "Where is this heading off to". People have started to cut down expenditure on everything - clothing, food, accommodation, travel....Everyone's beginning to feel the crunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONEY has made man so dependent on it that without it he's like a drowned fish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-8104488722701612280?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/8104488722701612280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=8104488722701612280' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/8104488722701612280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/8104488722701612280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2009/02/economic-crunch.html' title='Economic Crunch'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SYatc26EmII/AAAAAAAAAG4/aEzFkgnYJUQ/s72-c/jc.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-311892217694336698</id><published>2009-01-30T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:28:04.162-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishlist'/><title type='text'>The Bucket List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SYMA8Y-qlfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_GOfAMJc9C4/s1600-h/bucketlistrev00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SYMA8Y-qlfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_GOfAMJc9C4/s400/bucketlistrev00.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297078624215274994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bucket List is a comedy drama which released in 2007. Its a story which revolves around 2 terminally ill men who decide to escape from a cancer ward in order to head off on a road trip - a trip with a wishlist of TO-DOs before they "KICK THE BUCKET"!&lt;br /&gt;Here's a review of the movie: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bucket_List"&gt;Bucket List&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching a couple of scenes from the movie and it suddenly struck me - What are the things that I would want to do before I "KICK THE BUCKET"! Ok, doesn't sound like a fancy thought - but hey, all of us have wish lists, don't we? And all I'm saying is that we don't have to come up with it only when we feel we're done with LIFE! Wouldn't it be better to write them down now and work towards it through the years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my "BUCKET LIST" (&lt;strong&gt;subject to changes&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Resume SWIMMING classes (and this time for a change - LEARN TO SWIM)&lt;br /&gt;2)  Trip to the Himalayas &lt;br /&gt;3)  Get my hands on an AUDI-A8!! Whow!!&lt;br /&gt;4)  Buy my own house&lt;br /&gt;5)  Visit all the wonders of the world&lt;br /&gt;6)  Hold a python around my neck (It's not weird!)&lt;br /&gt;7)  Make a Tanjore painting &lt;br /&gt;8)  Resume Singing (Carnatic music)&lt;br /&gt;9)  Learn to play the guitar&lt;br /&gt;10) A trip to Dubai and visit my school and friends (GOOD OLD MEMORIES)&lt;br /&gt;11) Walk with stilettos&lt;br /&gt;12) Visit Universal Studios and Disneyland! &lt;br /&gt;13) Bungee jumping (I'll keep this to the end - not sure if I'll survive through it :-p) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm....tough list! Can't imagine the feeling when I actually achieve all of it! :-D&lt;br /&gt;Brings a SMILE to my face!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-311892217694336698?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/311892217694336698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=311892217694336698' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/311892217694336698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/311892217694336698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2009/01/bucket-list.html' title='The Bucket List'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SYMA8Y-qlfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_GOfAMJc9C4/s72-c/bucketlistrev00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-4545773443743054</id><published>2009-01-29T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T02:43:23.894-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Mixed Emotions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SYFoGe1uFCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6iBCTkhxFXg/s1600-h/bubbleys_2_14300_5118_image_7185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SYFoGe1uFCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6iBCTkhxFXg/s400/bubbleys_2_14300_5118_image_7185.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296629097331299362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked this tag from Amrita's blog... (Thx!) ;-)&lt;br /&gt;I'm half way through a not-so-exciting Thursday, and I have a couple of thoughts running in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I FEEL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy&lt;/em&gt; - that I have a lovely family; amazing buddies; a great job and most of all a CONTENTED Life!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good&lt;/em&gt; - about being HAPPY!! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Satisfied&lt;/em&gt; - that I have learned things the hard way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enthusiastic&lt;/em&gt; - about everything I do...and if it's a trip then I GO BONKERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breathless&lt;/em&gt; - when I talk about something that I'm so totally involved with. I cannot break the continuity, you see! :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excited&lt;/em&gt; - about moving to my new house in a couple of weeks! Yayyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nagged&lt;/em&gt; - about unclean places, unorganized behaviour! Arghhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Impatient&lt;/em&gt; - on every Friday evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silly&lt;/em&gt; - when I crib about things that don't mean a THING!! Why do I do that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stupid&lt;/em&gt; - for discontinuing Swimming classes :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessed&lt;/em&gt; - for being the person I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irritated&lt;/em&gt; - with people who tend to act like GODS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scared&lt;/em&gt; - when I think about how unsafe and unpredictable the world is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depressed&lt;/em&gt; - when I lose my temper and realize it was so unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SICK&lt;/em&gt; - when I'm lonely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random flow of thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;You can tag yourself if you choose to! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-4545773443743054?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/4545773443743054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=4545773443743054' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/4545773443743054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/4545773443743054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2009/01/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed Emotions!'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SYFoGe1uFCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6iBCTkhxFXg/s72-c/bubbleys_2_14300_5118_image_7185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-5582507874131038236</id><published>2009-01-23T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T04:55:35.835-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger Tips'/><title type='text'>Have you run out of blog topics?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SXmuAdxnzUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eZmwIo7s0zg/s1600-h/blogTopics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SXmuAdxnzUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eZmwIo7s0zg/s400/blogTopics.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294454159966719298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start by saying that the following pointers have not been entirely picked and identified by me. I have been reading couple of blogs and these points are what I gathered from most of it. Infact I even picked a couple of tips from them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me get started.....&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever run out of blog topics? I'm sure there would be mixed responses for this question. &lt;br /&gt;From my side, I would have to say "YES"!&lt;br /&gt;There are these days when I would have so much to write about but because of work or some other appointment I just wouldnt get the time! I don't understand why this happens only on days when I have so many thoughts and ideas to write down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, there have been some really DULL and gloomy days where I've had nothing else to do but BLOG. And somehow the timing isn't right to come up with something creative or even simple!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty ironical right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who do experience this,...don't fret! I might just have the right tips for you (ALMOST!!) ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Read along....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule No 1 : BE DIFFERENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are the kind who has tons of readers stumbling across your blog every day, this tip might come in handy.&lt;br /&gt;The key is to go "OFF-Topic". It's always different and gets your readers thinking about the various facets of your blog.&lt;br /&gt;This is good to keep them guessing as to what your next post would be about!&lt;br /&gt;Your readers get a break from the routine posts and also gives you a chance to showcase other interests of yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule No 2: KEEP THE SUBJECT INTERESTING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me describe this with an example.&lt;br /&gt;When I started blogging, I was so completely addicted to it. I'd post random thoughts which wouldn't really fetch that involvement from the reader.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so compelled to write something regularly. This perhaps was the cause of not coming up with an interesting subject.&lt;br /&gt;When you get into this kind of mode, you can be branded as a blogger who blogs just for the sake of blogging. (I guess most of us who start off , fall under this category!)&lt;br /&gt;The best thing to do in such situations, is to THINK! Think about subjects that are often spoken about in the news or papers, or some day-to-day events; or even some raging reviews.Anything that would help you keep your readers INVOLVED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule No 3: WRITE PILLAR CONTENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something we all need to ask ourselves. Do we really have something concrete in our blog.&lt;br /&gt;The idea might have been great, but the manner in which it is presented isn't! This calls for a serious introspection into the presentation of the blog.&lt;br /&gt;Your main focus is to reach out to your readers. For instance, if you are talking about meditation as a therapy, then concentrate on getting the idea across. This is what I mean by PILLAR CONTENT. Try to keep things simple and straight without complicating the subject. &lt;br /&gt;It's always a good practice to strike the point right at the start. This holds the attention of the reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule No 4: MAINTAIN BLOG NOTES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I mentioned earlier, there are days when your mind simply overflows with ideas and thoughts. By the end of the day, you hardly remember any of it.&lt;br /&gt;The best solution to this is to maintain blog notes. The moment you have an idea in mind, make a note of it. This can be recorded in a notebook or even on your computer.&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you sit to blog, all you need to do is pull out your blog note and VOILA! You have tons of topics to choose from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule No 5: TAKE SOME TIME OUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.E.S.T! Your mind needs some time to relax!&lt;br /&gt;I would say this point applies to those who are extremely committed to their readers. Your belief is that "A BLOG A DAY KEEPS THAT FROWN AWAY"! &lt;br /&gt;Well, at the end of it all, you'll find yourself frowning at the poor quality of your blog. &lt;br /&gt;Adequate rest is essential when you want to live up to the expectations of your readers. This keeps the creative sector of your brain always ACTIVE and teeming with content!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule No 6: JUST DO IT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tip is for all novice bloggers! I picked this up from a blog I read recently and it's absolutely true.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have an idea for your blog, but not sure what direction to take. The best cure for that is to just start writing. It doesn’t matter if you don’t know how you’re going to end the post, just get your ideas down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You begin piecing, cutting, pasting, re-wording and before you know it, your article is nearly done! Sometimes getting started is the hardest part, and once you begin, you realize you’re half way home. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it guys! Six valuable (I hope it is!) tips for getting your blog into action! Share your thoughts and let me know if it made a difference!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-5582507874131038236?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/5582507874131038236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=5582507874131038236' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/5582507874131038236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/5582507874131038236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-you-run-out-of-blog-topics.html' title='Have you run out of blog topics?'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SXmuAdxnzUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eZmwIo7s0zg/s72-c/blogTopics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-6709340754542609087</id><published>2009-01-22T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:27:49.702-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>What do you do BEST?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SXh0OJMPiwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/19mmLvKfD9w/s1600-h/smileys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SXh0OJMPiwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/19mmLvKfD9w/s400/smileys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294109148308278018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever sat and pondered over what you do BEST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking in terms of a profession. All of us are good at our work; atleast most us who 'ENJOY' the work we do; or even those of us who don't quite like it but still manage to PERFORM well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am trying to refer to is a TRAIT of yours that you find so unique; something without which you are just INCOMPLETE!&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt that there are some qualities in you which make a difference to the people around you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow after a lot of thought; I feel I do make a difference! And that is to make people SMILE! :-)&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say it's something which I've been born with but certainly that one trait which has had its effect gradually! :-)&lt;br /&gt;And it really WORKS....works if you want to make people SMILE!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm not saying I'm a Cyrus Broacha or a Russel Peters....I have a style of my own! I can't really have a camera pointed at me and asked to act funny. I can't be made to ACT funny!! &lt;br /&gt;Call it Slapstick or Jocosity or even a plain and simple jest ...I believe I have it in me!! ;-) And its just so spontaneous! &lt;br /&gt;And I must admit I say it best in Tamil or English!! It's works wonders when you say/hear a joke in your mother tongue. Just don't get that effect when it's translated!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, so coming back to my very own and radically distinctive trait...I must say I'm proud of it! It sure can get better. Fierce competition among the male crowd!! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun be at the receiver's end every time you hear a joke....but listen up! It's even more &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME &lt;/strong&gt; to be the one who initiates it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it, develop it...and you'll never realize it...but you sure will bring a SMILE to everyone's face!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-6709340754542609087?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/6709340754542609087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=6709340754542609087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/6709340754542609087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/6709340754542609087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-do-you-do-best.html' title='What do you do BEST?'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SXh0OJMPiwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/19mmLvKfD9w/s72-c/smileys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-5743290680535863892</id><published>2009-01-17T06:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:44:23.184-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WebComic'/><title type='text'>Garfield</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SXHrPXL2nTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WkKX8aLayxw/s1600-h/ga940619.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SXHrPXL2nTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WkKX8aLayxw/s400/ga940619.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292269686291340594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SXHrPBFJ1RI/AAAAAAAAAGA/bQUhV7OMhAY/s1600-h/ga830619.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SXHrPBFJ1RI/AAAAAAAAAGA/bQUhV7OMhAY/s400/ga830619.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292269680357659922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SXHrO0ZkZLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/b6X9oegNf-g/s1600-h/garfield2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SXHrO0ZkZLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/b6X9oegNf-g/s400/garfield2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292269676953625778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SXHrO_6RW0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/PmdBjKM9wto/s1600-h/ga050710.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SXHrO_6RW0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/PmdBjKM9wto/s400/ga050710.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292269680043580226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SXHrOhgQelI/AAAAAAAAAFo/QmBACw3YA8Y/s1600-h/ga970427.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SXHrOhgQelI/AAAAAAAAAFo/QmBACw3YA8Y/s400/ga970427.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292269671881407058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-5743290680535863892?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/5743290680535863892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=5743290680535863892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/5743290680535863892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/5743290680535863892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2009/01/garfield.html' title='Garfield'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SXHrPXL2nTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WkKX8aLayxw/s72-c/ga940619.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-5014175524997081814</id><published>2009-01-17T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T06:02:52.276-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><title type='text'>Time Pass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bored???&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check these sites out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spotthedifference.com/explorer.asp"&gt;http://www.spotthedifference.com/explorer.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jigzone.com/"&gt;http://www.jigzone.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.websudoku.com/"&gt;http://www.websudoku.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hangman.no/"&gt;http://www.hangman.no/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.warbears.com/"&gt;http://www.warbears.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popcap.com/games/free/bejeweled2"&gt;http://www.popcap.com/games/free/bejeweled2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-5014175524997081814?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/5014175524997081814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=5014175524997081814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/5014175524997081814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/5014175524997081814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-pass.html' title='Time Pass'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-4994011153610172858</id><published>2009-01-17T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T05:31:08.509-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F.R.I.E.N.D.S'/><title type='text'>F.R.I.E.N.D.S all the way!!!</title><content type='html'>I guess I was in the 11th grade when I started watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S! And my eyes have been glued onto this TV serial ever since!&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the characters and the humor they bring in with every episode! I LOVE the cast! Simply perfect!&lt;br /&gt;I've seen every season a 100 times; but NEVER get bored of it! Even today, when I get back from work; I'm glued to the television for an hour! It's more like a silent hour that we observe at home every evening - I'm not allowed to talk nor do I allow other people in the house to talk ;-p&lt;br /&gt;I just LOVE the whole series! Reminds me of some of the good old times with my best buddies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew older I started identifying myself with one of the characters. Every time I watched it, I'd wonder "Oh man, is this how I am with people" ?? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;I've always related myself to MONICA - with very similar traits. Her annoyance with unclean surroundings (a CLEAN freak basically), an overly organized nature, irritating at times :-p;...All these traits resemble me a lot!&lt;br /&gt;However I must admit I'm not so great in my cooking like she is ;-p - I'm Average in that department!!&lt;br /&gt;Resemblances apart; my favorite character was - I mean is CHANDLER BING! He has an amazing sense of humor; anything he says gets you rolling on the floor instantly! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the episode where Ross goes to this Salon to get himself a nice and hunky tan - The result of which was HILARIOUS!! Haahahhaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contrast, the saddest episode was the last one; when all of them left the keys of the apartment just before they could vacate it! :'-( ....Painful!!! &lt;br /&gt;The entire series was like a journey! With happy moments, sad times, moments where you needed to laugh your head off....a mix of all emotions! I guess that's what makes F.R.I.E.N.D.S so complete! &lt;br /&gt;So for those of you who watch it, continue watching it! (I'm sure you will! ) &lt;br /&gt;And for those of you who haven't got your hands on a CD yet, it's about time you did! Trust me, you won't regret it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me who are your favorite characters and what is that you find so amazing and different about FRIENDS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-4994011153610172858?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/4994011153610172858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=4994011153610172858' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/4994011153610172858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/4994011153610172858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2009/01/friends-all-way.html' title='F.R.I.E.N.D.S all the way!!!'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-1033111723452233199</id><published>2009-01-10T22:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T04:57:54.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modular Kitchen'/><title type='text'>Modular Kitchens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SWmQaygnsuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XdRVUzT_w1k/s1600-h/Modular-Kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SWmQaygnsuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XdRVUzT_w1k/s400/Modular-Kitchen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289918027232948962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ever imagined having a kitchen which has the right things in the right place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, make your imagination a reality by opting for a Modular Kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;The best way to make use of your kitchen space!&lt;br /&gt;From an Indian market perspective, certainly it involves quite a heavy investment...however, times are changing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days when people run around to buy materials, assign a carpenter to make the cabinets and monitor the work on a daily basis. Modular Kitchens have gone a step ahead by making it easier for you to design your kitchen according to your needs and leave it entirely to the dealer to take it forward from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have wide ranges of wood to choose from such as normal plywood, MDF (Medium Density Fibers), Rubber wood, Solid wood, Teak, Natural wood....&lt;br /&gt;You also get it in wide range of colors on which you can have a laminate or a glossy finish! Different finishing styles to render a Classy / Traditional / Mystic / Elegant / English / Modern look...All left to your choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept of built in accessories such as your carousel units, pull-out units, plate racks, spice racks, corner units, cutlery trays etc are so user friendly and add so much value to your kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And believe me its fun to go visit these showrooms. They have tons of kitchen models displayed and guide you through each one of them! Now, you may wonder what's making me write a blog on this. Well, I'm currently getting my kitchen 'MODULARIZED'....and after all the background study, multiple visits to the showroom; I finally managed to complete the design and order for it! :-) And honestly, I think its something that everyone who is in the process of renovating or constructing a new house should think about! It's worth the time and the money (I HOPE!) ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once I get it installed, I'll show you what it looks like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just to add to it; my favorite part in the entire design was the crockery shelf. Simply loved it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-1033111723452233199?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/1033111723452233199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=1033111723452233199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/1033111723452233199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/1033111723452233199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2009/01/modular-kitchens.html' title='Modular Kitchens'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SWmQaygnsuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XdRVUzT_w1k/s72-c/Modular-Kitchen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-3422943229608289919</id><published>2009-01-10T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:50:54.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Networks'/><title type='text'>What's so fascinating about Social Networking sites?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SWjLesoNknI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7xTtzrzc0zY/s1600-h/social-networking-logos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SWjLesoNknI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7xTtzrzc0zY/s400/social-networking-logos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289701490582983282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heyyyyyyy, how have you been? So looonnngg since we spoke or met. Where are you now?"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar reactions when you catch up with a friend or an acquaintance after years?&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's why social networking sites are so fascinating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Breaking barriers through simple networks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what makes it so addicting! It's easy to use, fancy and quick! What more do you need - to stay in touch? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's more - all the value-adds to make your profile look like a colorful and elaborate diary! COMPLETELY EFFORTLESS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experimenting with the site itself is addicting! Adding pictures, albums, corny moods, messages, sending ecards, playing games (not just you but with your friends as well!), making sketches, cute emoticons, crazy quizzing, ....and the list just goes on!&lt;br /&gt;Wonder who coined this idea and made it the ultimate WAY of staying in touch!! Creative, I must say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology just keeps making things easier by the minute!&lt;br /&gt;By the time you realize it, you'll find your thoughts being read by a MIND READER and automatically SCRAP it to people across a thousand miles! Howazzat? &lt;br /&gt;Cool eh!...........Well, not really! I wouldn't vouch for it :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things in life which just can't change, no matter how advanced technology gets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiness you get when you read a letter HAND-WRITTEN by a person you love!&lt;br /&gt;Catching up with friends after years and not say a word, still knowing that they know what you're thinking!!&lt;br /&gt;Give your mom a call at night to tell her how much you miss her cooking and can't wait to get back home to her!&lt;br /&gt;Sitting with your family and playing a game of pictionary....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. there are some things that TECHNOLOGY can't buy; for everything else there is always a Facebook, Orkut, Twitter, myspace...... ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-3422943229608289919?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/3422943229608289919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=3422943229608289919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/3422943229608289919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/3422943229608289919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-so-fascinating-about-social.html' title='What&apos;s so fascinating about Social Networking sites?'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SWjLesoNknI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7xTtzrzc0zY/s72-c/social-networking-logos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-5819886981547900403</id><published>2009-01-09T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:27:09.217-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite numbers'/><title type='text'>My all time FAVORITE english numbers!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SWhbzoMmwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vHd2jDFpT4k/s1600-h/musicnotes223.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 101px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SWhbzoMmwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vHd2jDFpT4k/s400/musicnotes223.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289578704868392994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I sat and listened to some of my all time favorite English songs. So I decided why not write a blog on this...After all MUSIC is what spices up any mood!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;Here goes....&lt;br /&gt;My favorite english numbers (In no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer of 69 - Bryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;Takes me back to those good old days in school. Young and energetic! This is one song I can listen to any time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside Out - Bryan Adams (again!)&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE this song. A very simple chord, but touches the heart the moment you listen to it! Reminds me of some of best buddies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say nothing at all - Ronan Keating&lt;br /&gt;I guess anyone who loves this number would understand the true emotion it brings out!&lt;br /&gt;Love goes beyond words!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You - Dido&lt;br /&gt;This is one song which I listen to almost every single day! I sing it on way to work and back. However, I love the original! Peps me up instantly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an Animal - Savage Garden&lt;br /&gt;A totally fun song to listen to. Just go crazy and feel like becoming a kid all over again!! Savage Garden rocks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country Roads - John Denver&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered how lovely it is to drive by the country side; looking beyond fields and old thatched houses;...serene and quiet valleys!! ....This song brings that out!!&lt;br /&gt;It's LOVELY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be with you - Enrique Iglesias&lt;br /&gt;Hot and husky voice!! Who can beat this guy? An awesome and sensational number!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that she wants - Ace of Base&lt;br /&gt;I grew up listening to ace of base. Every number is not stuffed with sounds and noise. It plain, simple, catchy...and certainly a classic number in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Alive - Celine Dion&lt;br /&gt;I love most of her songs. But this one really brings me ALIVE!! The most unique female voice I've ever heard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torn - Natalie Imbruglia &lt;br /&gt;When I feel low and disgusted with life; annoyed and irritated ; this song just brings me back to normal! I love the lyrics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy Cool - Boney M&lt;br /&gt;My dad's favorite song. Somehow it got a place in my list as well. A classic in itself and has its own Style!! I;ve set this as my ringing tone!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braveheart OST&lt;br /&gt;This original sound track from the movie Braveheart takes me into my dreams! The tunes of the bagpiper makes you feel like you're walking on the clouds!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as you love me - Backstreet boys&lt;br /&gt;You'll know why I like this song once you listen to it!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you sang to me - Mark Antony&lt;br /&gt;Magical in it's own style! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots more on the list...However, I'll limit myself to this for now!!&lt;br /&gt;Infact I wrote each one down as I was listening to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think of my list? Or if there are any other songs which are your favorites? Or any song you think I should listen to!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a musical day ahead!! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-5819886981547900403?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/5819886981547900403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=5819886981547900403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/5819886981547900403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/5819886981547900403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-all-time-favorite-english-numbers.html' title='My all time FAVORITE english numbers!!'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SWhbzoMmwCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vHd2jDFpT4k/s72-c/musicnotes223.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-3807375187909673812</id><published>2009-01-09T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:16:02.678-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Climb the ladder'/><title type='text'>Climbing up the ladder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SWjJtIhVqTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Tp8Kl4HDZB4/s1600-h/CTLTS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SWjJtIhVqTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Tp8Kl4HDZB4/s400/CTLTS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289699539565259058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I have been wanting to write this in a long time, but somehow something kept coming up and I just couldn't!! I finally managed to find the time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oct 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like a new life; a new role to play; finally I get to live on my own; earn my money.....&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was the first day of my first job. Nervous and still uncertain with what this new responsibility had in store for me; in the back of my mind there was this sense of pride;happiness;...a feeling of independence!&lt;br /&gt;It felt great...I was experiencing one of the most challenging phases of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its something which everyone goes through when they get a job...particularly when its the FIRST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jan 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life seemed to have a very monotonous routine in place.&lt;br /&gt;Fewer hours of sleep; poor appetite; run to catch the early morning shuttle to work; ....Training sessions all through the day (Spent 8 hrs each day not knowing how these so-called training sessions would come in handy on the job!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;April 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I remember this was roughly around when I got assigned to a project(Sounds Fancy?? ...Not really...This is a buzz word in every software engineer's life)&lt;br /&gt;How different was my routine?...Well, instead of training sessions with a million books;...I now stepped into a more practical approach to all my learning.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WORKING WITH CODE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;September 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, my birthday.....Wish I had taken a day off! Instead lost my brains and headed off to work.&lt;br /&gt;By now I had tons of work on my plate....CODE and CODE all over the place....but how much of it I understood ?? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ZILCH&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My life had got so meaningless...seeing myself literally digging my own grave....in simple words...I HATED MY JOB!!&lt;br /&gt;Thought I had a mental block; but nothing helped....&lt;br /&gt;At the end of each day I'd desperately look out for someone who could understand my state of mind....and the by the time I could feel comforted by their kind words..it was morning! Time to get Back to the dungeon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;December 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, by now I had got a bit smarter...I had started looking for alternative job profiles. No kidding, but this was the time when I surfed the net (SERIOUS STUFF), networked with people, got introduced to new and interesting roles, juggled between locations to get more clarity on what I had gathered...&lt;br /&gt;It sure was a struggle. I grew mentally strong as I realized there was a way out...there was certainly some hope of setting the foundation for a successful career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;February 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when one fine day you are asked to BUZZ OFF and are not given the privilege of earning the few BUCKS that you used to??&lt;br /&gt;----Yes, PANIC!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Here I was...without a job, without a professional experience which was worth mentioning in my job resume, without a clue of where my career was heading off to...&lt;br /&gt;I was shattered. &lt;br /&gt;My desperation of getting a job was evident; however I stuck to my interest..I didnt want to make a mistake again!! I hunted for jobs. My visits to the temple started getting frequent. Somehow when you're depressed; you feel there is some mysterious strength out there...that'll help you get out of all the mess!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did get out of the mess...and quite fast ...I GOT A JOB!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;March 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day at my second job! Hmmm...not the kind of enthusiasm I had back in my first job. No expectations! Just a feeling of relief that I was back on my own!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;September 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life had never been better. Work was fun! I learned it well and executed it better.&lt;br /&gt;Got my confirmation letter, additional responsibilites, made good friends,...It was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;January 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing great. But somehow I got the feeling that my job got less challenging by the day. There was nothing to look forward to. I guess my time management skills excelled by all bounds; I completed my tasks way before the deadlines!&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking....if my job had just got too easy to handle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;March 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got PROMOTED!! All that hard work and struggle had finally paid off!&lt;br /&gt;A higher grade in designation, salary hike, new tasks,....it all felt good!&lt;br /&gt;But there was no motivation. No kind of challenging task to take up. You always feel good when you are made to compete with the best. But this wasn't the best...&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it...I was all set to get back to job-hunting. However, this time it was not out of desperation...it was a very conscious move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;June 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 rounds of interview I managed to crack it all and got the opportunity of a lifetime!! I resigned from my current organization...No regrets, no apprehensions, ...Just plain and simple - CONFIDENCE and FAITH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;July 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day at my third company! No expectations this time around as well!! But I was back...mentally strong, confident, mature, diligent....This was the first time I realized what the last 3 years had taught me! I learned from my mistakes and never let success take over my thoughts. I balanced the two pretty well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;January 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my confirmation letter! Certainly a great feeling!!&lt;br /&gt;But the best comment I received was - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Quote &lt;/span&gt;"You are an extremely lively person. You enjoy your work and make others enjoy their work too! Truly appreciate your commitment towards your work."&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of youngest members in my team. I take every day as a challenge - I treat every day as a NEW day for learning NEW things...and most importantly ENJOY every bit of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I have climbed the ladder of SUCCESS with every passing year. I still have a long way to go,.....but I'm sure its going to be worth the CLIMB!!&lt;br /&gt;That's my story!! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-3807375187909673812?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/3807375187909673812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=3807375187909673812' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/3807375187909673812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/3807375187909673812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2009/01/climbing-up-ladder.html' title='Climbing up the ladder'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SWjJtIhVqTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Tp8Kl4HDZB4/s72-c/CTLTS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-2243788234322187968</id><published>2009-01-09T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T05:10:14.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuel Woes'/><title type='text'>F.U.E.L Woes</title><content type='html'>When do you find yourself in such situations?&lt;br /&gt;- How do I get to work?&lt;br /&gt;- I need to reach the hospital&lt;br /&gt;- Will my provisions be delivered?&lt;br /&gt;- Will I find any vegetables in the market?&lt;br /&gt;- How am I going to shift to my new apartment?&lt;br /&gt;- When will life get back to NORMAL??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW?....WHEN?.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not sure how many of you get up in the morning just to find out that the country's 37,000 fuel stations are all dried up. All the Public Sector Oil companies are on an indefinite strike!!&lt;br /&gt;Certainly not the best way to start off your morning! Gosh, I was so annoyed with myself for not filling up my vehicle's fuel tank the previous day - partially because of my laziness to go to the gas station which is about 100 meters from my place. Arghhh!! &lt;br /&gt;All the gas stations had barricades outside. Nowhere was there fuel of any kind! And I stared at the road wondering how a normal, routine life comes to a halt without FUEL!&lt;br /&gt;All I could see on the NEWS - people running with cans to the nearest gas station, vehicles coming to a halt, vegetable prices rising due to transportation woes.....OH MAN!! All because of that one simple yet EXTREMELY ESSENTIAL element without which life feels so crippled.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't there a way out?....and then it just hit me that I was already late. How am I going to get to work? I decided to go by the Volvo! :-(&lt;br /&gt;Feel so handicapped without my bike....Ouch!!!&lt;br /&gt;And there I was trying to find an autorickshaw to get to the d@mned bus-stop. I landed up paying triple the amount than I would on a normal day!! :-(&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway...I reached work.....Still feel so helpless without my bike!&lt;br /&gt;....I'm going to take the shuttle from work. Hope these guys don't throw me out as I don't have a valid pass!! If they do, then you'll find another blog about how I strolled back home!!&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, got to run.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-2243788234322187968?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/2243788234322187968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=2243788234322187968' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/2243788234322187968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/2243788234322187968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuel-woes.html' title='F.U.E.L Woes'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-5068326901287876703</id><published>2008-12-01T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T09:13:49.894-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><title type='text'>Tribute to the Mumbai victims</title><content type='html'>Grief is immeasurable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those brave people who risked their lives for the safety of their country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=reoQhqpZ_b4"&gt;A Tribute&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-5068326901287876703?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/5068326901287876703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=5068326901287876703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/5068326901287876703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/5068326901287876703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2008/12/tribute-to-mumbai-victims.html' title='Tribute to the Mumbai victims'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-6841085791214216881</id><published>2008-12-01T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T09:00:27.417-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><title type='text'>Mumbai Bleeding.....</title><content type='html'>Yet another blast...and yet another day of ruthless killing, shooting and bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;The financial capital of the country is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bleeding&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocent people lost their lives - and now all that remains are those horrifying sounds of gun shots; the resonance of which can be felt throughout the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got to see all the misery on television for the last five days - and this thought always keeps haunting my mind "How safe is the country today" ?&lt;br /&gt;These are the times when I realize that having a LIFE is itself so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to all the families of those innocent soldiers, commandos, Samaritans, police officers, young children, tourists, journalists,..who lost their lives during this gruesome act of terror. I can't imagine the kind of grief and sorrow these families might be going through at this point. Certainly an immeasurable loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt this unsafe ever. For the last five days; I've stepped out of my house only keeping my faith and belief in some mighty power above that I come back home alive. As I ride to work, as I go for walks, as I sit on the balcony - only one single thought keeps running through my mind - AM I SAFE?&lt;br /&gt;Lots of apprehension;suspicion;fear...I can't think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY? Why is the world turning into a deep grave? What kind of pleasure do these terrorists get by burning down hotels, railway stations, trains, markets? Is frustration and coercion only achieved though brutal killing? Do they not have families of their own; or friends? Why do these anti-social elements ruin the lives of so many people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had answers for these questions. I wish I could undo all those depressing and dreadful events. Don't know how far prayers reach; but if it really can be heard all I need; ...all WE need as a nation, is PEACE and HARMONY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bACmQDk3gk"&gt;tribute to all the victims&lt;/a&gt; of the Mumbai terror attack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-6841085791214216881?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/6841085791214216881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=6841085791214216881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/6841085791214216881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/6841085791214216881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2008/12/mumbai-bleeding.html' title='Mumbai Bleeding.....'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-8322523389980871295</id><published>2008-11-21T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:16:39.211-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green'/><title type='text'>G.R.E.E.N</title><content type='html'>Quite a long break....didn't realize it's been more than a week since I blogged!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I wasn't all that busy. Just that I was preoccupied with so things that I always kept postponing my BLOGGING schedule! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I logged in just to feel a little bored with the appearance of my blog! I must admit, that my friend BG tempted me to change the template!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is...I would'nt call it a BLOG makeover...But, perhaps might get there soon! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love GREEN!! Reminds me of a lot of things actually,...&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder about the .....&lt;br /&gt;The lovely and ever-so-green land of Kerala,&lt;br /&gt;The vast expanse of nice green tea estates in Coorg,&lt;br /&gt;The amazing and beautiful valleys along the Shevaroy Hills..&lt;br /&gt;The fresh green spinach leaves that makes my mouth water thinking of the YUMMMY kerai molugutal that mom makes! (is it Kerai or Kezhai :-p )&lt;br /&gt;....Ahhhhhhh....can feel the freshness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys like it too!! Tell me what you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow...got into this I-so-love-green-feeling...here are some pics that I managed to click on some of my road trips....It's ALL GREEN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SSbOy0ovZiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/1TKOIX_Y1I0/s1600-h/IMG_0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SSbOy0ovZiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/1TKOIX_Y1I0/s400/IMG_0283.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271127786402047522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SSbOygJtvVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u86m3KcAI0M/s1600-h/IMG_0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SSbOygJtvVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u86m3KcAI0M/s400/IMG_0241.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271127780903206226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SSbOySddSkI/AAAAAAAAADw/afSGrRmNt7s/s1600-h/IMG_0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SSbOySddSkI/AAAAAAAAADw/afSGrRmNt7s/s400/IMG_0210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271127777227917890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SSbOyCdbHRI/AAAAAAAAADo/62nB1Cg0YbE/s1600-h/IMG_0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SSbOyCdbHRI/AAAAAAAAADo/62nB1Cg0YbE/s400/IMG_0106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271127772932807954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SSbQrC_K1dI/AAAAAAAAAEY/iMWfi3mHY40/s1600-h/IMG_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SSbQrC_K1dI/AAAAAAAAAEY/iMWfi3mHY40/s400/IMG_0625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271129851838518738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SSbQq_K4m1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/t-CUZJKxpX8/s1600-h/IMG_1158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SSbQq_K4m1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/t-CUZJKxpX8/s400/IMG_1158.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271129850813913938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SSbQqiAT53I/AAAAAAAAAEI/LZ1hL28anoc/s1600-h/IMG_0853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SSbQqiAT53I/AAAAAAAAAEI/LZ1hL28anoc/s400/IMG_0853.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271129842984937330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-8322523389980871295?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/8322523389980871295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=8322523389980871295' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/8322523389980871295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/8322523389980871295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2008/11/green.html' title='G.R.E.E.N'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SSbOy0ovZiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/1TKOIX_Y1I0/s72-c/IMG_0283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-7791918268560530400</id><published>2008-11-11T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:39:50.272-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><title type='text'>Love you Daddy....</title><content type='html'>Yet another year.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 12th, 1999&lt;br /&gt;Probably that one day of my life which I wish was untrue...Or just wish I could erase it from my mind!&lt;br /&gt;I was 16 when I lost my dad&lt;br /&gt;Can vividly recollect that morning when everything seemed so normal....The day started off in the same pace as it always did...&lt;br /&gt;Mom was busy preparing breakfast and I was getting ready for school....&lt;br /&gt;Chanted my routine prayers in a hurry....and hurriedly stepped out of the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like a normal day; busy roads; people off to work and school;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes commenced...not that I really remember what was happening then....&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I used to have fun of our own and try to make each day interesting!&lt;br /&gt;However, I do know that I had a French class scheduled at 10:30am...&lt;br /&gt;My french tutor was this old, short-tempered man always waiting for the best chance to snap at that one lucky student....&lt;br /&gt;Well, putting all those negative thoughts aside, I got all set with my french text book.....and just when I was about to get into the listening mode;...&lt;br /&gt;This girl steps in with a very confused look on her face....(Perhaps some clarifications regarding the french class schedule, I assumed!)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was obviously wrong. I finally learned that there were some people waiting for me at the reception....&lt;br /&gt;I was caught by surprise...I was never a BAD student...certainly not the kind who never used to attend class; not the kind who would get punished and be summoned by the principal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tension-levels some how tend to shoot up when I have that "uncertainty" factor boggling in my mind and this was pretty much the same when I was asked to report to the reception block.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the quantum of worries began to intensify when I was asked to pack my bag and leave class...and there I was, walking down that long corridor all by myself; so confused as to what on earth had I done to get myself into something which seemed scary yet unknown!&lt;br /&gt;I reached the main gate and was approached by one of my mom's colleague who had hired a vehicle for me....I tried to calm myself down and in a very fake-calm(yet scared) tone asked him what was happening. He said that my mom had informed him about my dad being sick and wanted me to get home immediately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there it was; it seemed like just then reality dawned upon me...&lt;br /&gt;It was more like a flashback; my mind has never had such random flow of thoughts ever!&lt;br /&gt;I could see myself being carried by my dad as a child, celebrating my birthdays, going out for dinners with him, having ice-cream by the side of the creek, throwing surprise parties, dancing, singing......and somehow in the back of mind..I knew..it was all OVER.&lt;br /&gt;The drive back home was terrible. Just a 15 min drive but perhaps the longest I have ever felt. I was restless, still those thoughts forcing its way through my mind....My eyes were growing red by the second. I was trying to hold back my tears hoping that whatever was running through my mind was all false.&lt;br /&gt;And then I reached the entrance of my apartment...dreading every step that I took...hoping that everything was just my imagination...&lt;br /&gt;I walked up ; probably the slowest ever pace at which I mounted the stairs...and in a couple of minutes I was at my doorstep....&lt;br /&gt;The same house which I had left about 4 hours before...now bore a completely different look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sounds of people crying suggested it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 9 years and every year, this day brings those tears back in my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;It's painful to relive those depressing moments....but with each single day it has taught me to grow stronger - both in mind and heart!&lt;br /&gt;I miss my dad way too much for me to explain it; but I do know he's certainly out there somewhere and giving us all his blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you loads Daddy! Miss you!&lt;/school&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-7791918268560530400?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/7791918268560530400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=7791918268560530400' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/7791918268560530400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/7791918268560530400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-you-daddy.html' title='Love you Daddy....'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-1738086554592165907</id><published>2008-11-10T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T02:13:29.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cricket'/><title type='text'>Back to the Pavilion....</title><content type='html'>Sourav Ganguly has been a cricketer like none other: captain extraordinaire and a batsman with rare elegance and class, and a fierce competitor. He leaves after stamping his class on the grandest stage of all, against the champions of the world.&lt;br /&gt;Will miss you loads, Dada!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-1738086554592165907?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/1738086554592165907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=1738086554592165907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/1738086554592165907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/1738086554592165907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-pavilion.html' title='Back to the Pavilion....'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-795006187863764574</id><published>2008-11-05T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T04:41:17.962-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss you.....'/><title type='text'>When you MISS SOMEONE.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SRGUUX_KrDI/AAAAAAAAADg/LLlccS3No6c/s1600-h/awwwimissyou.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265152517130071090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SRGUUX_KrDI/AAAAAAAAADg/LLlccS3No6c/s400/awwwimissyou.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Missing someone isn't about how long it's been since you've seen them last or the amount of time since you last talked....&lt;br /&gt;It's about that very moment when you're doing something and you wish that they were right there with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265149443584674594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SRGRheI1yyI/AAAAAAAAADI/VpqEQoj-sRI/s400/25338.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SRGSBcFoDMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/V2Drikr3fqY/s1600-h/252961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265149992790133954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SRGSBcFoDMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/V2Drikr3fqY/s400/252961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-795006187863764574?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/795006187863764574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=795006187863764574' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/795006187863764574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/795006187863764574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-you-miss-someone.html' title='When you MISS SOMEONE.....'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SRGUUX_KrDI/AAAAAAAAADg/LLlccS3No6c/s72-c/awwwimissyou.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-5069868064076513265</id><published>2008-11-05T02:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T03:10:51.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disturbed'/><title type='text'>Disturbed</title><content type='html'>Gosh, the last three days have probably been the least productive days ever!&lt;br /&gt;I tried to work on something, and before I could realise it, I was doing something else and then switched back to what I was doing initially.&lt;br /&gt;Toggling, turning, shifting.....Oh man, I've been LOST!!&lt;br /&gt;And when I think about all that I could have done in the last three days, I feel so awful!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess its rightly said "Time wasted is lost forever"  (Not that it makes me feel any better! Thats the problem wih FACTS!)&lt;br /&gt;The mind is such an amazing tool! It just tunes itself; whether you're aware of it or not. All depends on what you think; what you do and how you want to do it!!&lt;br /&gt;I've got a series of tasks that I planned to finish by the end of this week. But looking at the way I'm progressing (I wish I could say I was progressing; my graph is still stagnant!!) I don't think I'm going to be able to!! Argghhhh, that disgusts me!!!&lt;br /&gt;Plan something and when it doesn't happen! Just ruins the momemtum in a jiffy!&lt;br /&gt;I've kept telling myself "Oh cmon, it's no big deal. You can do this tomorrow".  I've got 2 more days to go before the weekend, and here I am in a complete dumbfounded state!!&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph, whatever...&lt;br /&gt;There are those few days in a year which you just wish wouldnt come back ever!! Perhaps I'm going through that phase now. And trust me, it's not worth experiencing!!&lt;br /&gt;Life is easier when it takes its own pace; and isn't left to you to decide how you want to define it!!&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, let me get back to what I was doing (WHat was I doing anyway, ...What the hell!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep you posted tomorrow! Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-5069868064076513265?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/5069868064076513265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=5069868064076513265' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/5069868064076513265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/5069868064076513265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2008/11/disturbed.html' title='Disturbed'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-807326250871099187</id><published>2008-11-04T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T05:24:45.226-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men are Complicated'/><title type='text'>Men are complicated</title><content type='html'>All you women out there; does it ever occur to you how complex and complicated MEN could be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we hear many people say (specially the male folk, Duh!) that men are much more silent and sensible than women. But do you realize that there is just more that mere silence and sensibility when it comes to Men? To put it in simple words, they are just C.O.M.P.L.E.X humans!!&lt;br /&gt;I read this article somewhere; which said&lt;br /&gt;"Men are more complex than a touch screen on a mobile"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never can they think straight; however claim to be more pragmatic than women (RUBBISH!)&lt;br /&gt;Some of them contradict their own statement; set double standards and finally get away with it only on the pretext that they are MEN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are possessive; Agreed!!&lt;br /&gt;Are men possessive? They ABSOLUTELY are but in a slightly different way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women love their partners to be understanding and caring. She loves it when her partner adores they way she is, gives her a lot of attention, send her gifts, give her surprises, and above all ...Every woman loves to be identified with her partner!! She considers it a matter of pride to be associated with a person who makes her feel COMPLETE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this by-the-way is considered very TOUGH for men to achieve! Attention is Possessiveness!! And constant attention is ridiculous, therefore this is not acceptable!&lt;br /&gt;However, possessiveness from a Man's point of view is slightly different. This would mean not to flaunt your affection such that the entire world is aware of it! Let it remain between the Man and the Woman...and not the entire world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my question is: When you are a couple, and when you both are aware of this fact; and when you do know that both of you are inseparable; what is the big deal if the next door neighbor or your professors or your colleagues or the ENTIRE WORLD knows you are together?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a matter of pride and esteem to share this information by telling people you are in a relationship or engaged or married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it matter whether people around are close friends or not and SO WHAT if they do know about your relationship? Are you going to be hunted down and kicked on the A$$???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of saturated at this point guys!! Can't write further.....perhaps you'd want to give me your thoughts and inputs!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-807326250871099187?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/807326250871099187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=807326250871099187' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/807326250871099187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/807326250871099187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2008/11/men-are-complicated.html' title='Men are complicated'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-3321219316310844507</id><published>2008-11-03T02:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T06:59:04.521-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Stealing a Tag....Yet Again!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I haven't done anything productive for the last 7 hrs (This is the consistency of your work when you're a part of the software industry). And finally, I have decided to break this boredom by stealing a tag from BG's blog......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you wish to, read along!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last movie you saw in a theater?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dasavatharam ....I hated it...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. What book are you reading?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am not the reading-person honestly! Haven't developed the habit of getting engrossed while reading!! However, I do love reading magazines!! Short and sweet!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Favorite board game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life, Pictionary, Ludo, Snakes and Ladders :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Favorite magazine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Outlook Traveller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Favorite smells?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My HUGO BOSS and Calvin Klein Perfumes; Vicco Turmeric :-) ; Narasus Filter COFFEE; Mango Milkshake; Masala Corn; .......too many!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Favorite sounds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rain droplets, anklets, church bells, .........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Worst feeling in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; a) Shucks, am I late....????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; b) Read the paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; c) charge my mobile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Favorite fast food place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   Karthik Sweets, Pure and Naturals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Future child's name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Well, I have too many in mind.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Finish this statement. "If I had lot of money I'd....?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    I'd SHOP &amp;amp; SHOP until I drop...&lt;br /&gt;Also save some money&lt;br /&gt;Buy a brand new SLR camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Used to! Not anymore....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Storms - cool or scary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;       Super Cool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Favorite drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fruit Punch, Mango Juice, Tropicana Mixed Fruit Juice, ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Finish this statement, "If I had the time I would...."?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;       Resume learning carnatic music&lt;br /&gt;Go for painting classes&lt;br /&gt;Keep traveling......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Do you eat the stems on broccoli?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;       Nope&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. If you could dye your hair any color, what would be your choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  My hair color turned to brown from jet black, naturally!! Don't think it would work vice versa...So perhaps I'd dye it black...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Name all the different cities/towns you've lived in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;       Dubai, Coimbatore, Bangalore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Favorite sports to watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tennis...I LOVVVEEE THE SPORT!!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. One nice thing about the person who sent this to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found it myself ...from Bg's blog!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. What's under your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The floor....(I'm beginning to get bored of writing this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;. Would you like to be born as yourself again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes! ...Why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Morning person, or night owl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm.....can't say....shifts through the week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Favorite place to relax? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Home,...and any place I travel to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite pie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not a big fan of pies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Favorite ice cream flavor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anything with chocolate, vanilla......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Of all the people you tagged this to, who's most likely to respond first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haven't tagged anyone....DUH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-3321219316310844507?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/3321219316310844507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=3321219316310844507' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/3321219316310844507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/3321219316310844507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2008/11/stealing-tagyet-again.html' title='Stealing a Tag....Yet Again!!!!'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-7070028054928906773</id><published>2008-10-31T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:26:59.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jute Bags'/><title type='text'>Jute Bags.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure how many of you would agree with me.....but I find Jute bags absolutely classy and elegant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The characteristic beige color sets a unique style of its own. Also the traditional motifs and the blend of colors makes it all the more interesting. This eco-friendly fiber gives a complete Indian touch and at the same time serves as very trendy MUST-HAVE accessory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a look at these bags......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SQr9UfH11YI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_r7HTGQyk40/s1600-h/Jute1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263297642929444226" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 197px; height: 248px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SQr9UfH11YI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_r7HTGQyk40/s400/Jute1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a simple yet elegant look!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SQr9duQNREI/AAAAAAAAACY/jsAeckLry8E/s1600-h/jute2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263297801609888834" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 198px; height: 249px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SQr9duQNREI/AAAAAAAAACY/jsAeckLry8E/s400/jute2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beauty is Black!! And on Jute....its defintely a steal!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SQr90zlSVHI/AAAAAAAAACg/C9VjEIzZI9c/s1600-h/Jute3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263298198177469554" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 194px; height: 248px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SQr90zlSVHI/AAAAAAAAACg/C9VjEIzZI9c/s400/Jute3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found the design very interesting...it's a pretty common shape and design, but the jute tattles make it look so casual!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SQr-euzIjxI/AAAAAAAAACw/Bz3wRscKkQY/s1600-h/jute5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263298918447877906" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 196px; height: 251px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SQr-euzIjxI/AAAAAAAAACw/Bz3wRscKkQY/s400/jute5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the color BLUE!! A Very deep and vibrant color....and a blend of different shades of blue is so voguish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can learn more about this impressive fiber , if interested: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jute"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jute&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think of jute, and whether you find it as impressive as I do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I would also add that the colors tend to fade with time!!! Aww, what the heck!! They still look hep!!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-7070028054928906773?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/7070028054928906773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=7070028054928906773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/7070028054928906773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/7070028054928906773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2008/10/jute-bags.html' title='Jute Bags.....'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SQr9UfH11YI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_r7HTGQyk40/s72-c/Jute1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-3611479867517140677</id><published>2008-10-27T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:52:49.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Festive Season yet again....</title><content type='html'>दिवाली...&lt;br /&gt;The day started off with my neighbors ( never seen them till date) bursting these lousy BIJLIS...&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could strangle the guy who woke me up from a nice and sound sleep...Ahhh, what the hell! It's Diwali afterall !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, with all that noise I thought the entire morning was gonna go for a toss. However, surprisingly I was at so amazingly ACTIVE. Helped to clean up the house, helped in cooking, prepared coffee, got ready, packed sweets for all relatives.....&lt;br /&gt;And just when we decided to leave the house, relatives kept stepping in one after the other!!&lt;br /&gt;So there it was, aunts and uncles all decked up in ethnic clothes....Most of them sweating (after walking up 2 floors, DUH!!)&lt;br /&gt;And all we did was just YAP, YAP and Yap....No focus on a subject....but yes, the conversation would just flow like an avalanche!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after all that yapping and gossiping ;-) ...hunger set in! Couldn't wait for anyone else, had lunch all by myself...watchin Vetaiyaadu Villaiyaadu!! It felt like a typical festive holiday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just flipping over channels; nothing but celebrity cr@p all along....with tons of celebrities bragging about their personal lives (trying to relate it to their professional life obviously) when they are actually supposed to talk about Diwali as a festival!! (Wow, what a challenging task!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later decided to hang out at a cousin's place!! Managed to witness couple of chinese crackers there! Perhaps the most low-profile Diwali I've ever seen! Hardly anyone was bursting crackers. Guess with the economic recession, people have finally realized that it's not worth to BURN money! ....or perhaps even becoming environmental-friendly!! (Yeah right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landed up having a lousy headache in the evening ! Still feeling sick and drowsy!! Somehow the sight of sweets is making me wanna puke!! Bllluuuurrrpppppppp.......&lt;br /&gt;Gonna crash early!! Leaving to Tirupathi tomm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then.....Take care...&lt;br /&gt;and May this Diwali bring you lots of happiness, joy, wealth, health and most importantly PEACE OF MIND!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-3611479867517140677?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/3611479867517140677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=3611479867517140677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/3611479867517140677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/3611479867517140677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-festive-season-yet-again.html' title='It&apos;s the Festive Season yet again....'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-8511337172203706678</id><published>2008-10-27T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:05:25.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stealing a Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Ok people, read on........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time did you get up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6:22 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds or pearls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diamonds...Pearls....Both!!! :-p (Its jewelery afterall !) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last film you saw at the cinema?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dasavatharam (Sheesshh!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F.R.I.E.N.D.S, Crocodile Hunter, (Kannada channels - muted !!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you usually have for breakfast? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Curd Rice (I'm a TYPICAL iyer!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What food do you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anything with Bittergourd, brinjal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What kind of car do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could we probably rephrase that to a bike maybe?? :-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Corn &amp;amp; Spinach grilled sandwich....Chutney sandwich that mom makes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What characteristic do you despise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmmm...Dishonesty, Unclean people....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite item of clothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salwars, jeans, wrap-arounds.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Switzerland, Paris, Darjeeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White and blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite brand name of clothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't have a favorite brand....I'm not a brand conscious person...I buy whatever suits me best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Where would you retire to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmmm.....not sure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your most memorable birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My 20th...(I got 20 gifts...none of which my BF gifted :-p) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite sport to watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tennis (I LOVVVVEEE IT!)...WWF :-p ...Cricket (only occasionally nowadays)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farthest place you are sending this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Who the hell cares????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite saying?&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh shutt up....... Ammey Narayana!!! (coined by me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;September 1st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Depends! :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your shoe size?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Had canaries....They died :-( ...... will certainly have a dog in future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Any new and exciting news you’d like to share with us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm engaged and gonna be married in 2 years (how exciting do you find this?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you want to be when you were little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rich &amp;amp; Famous!! (How??....I don't know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What are you wearing today?&lt;br /&gt;My brand new  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MELANGE salwar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What is your favorite candy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cadbury Dairy milk Roasted Almonds, Quality Street, M&amp;amp;M, Bounty............My mouth's watering!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite flower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roses, Carnations, Lilies, Tulips.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;September 1st (every year!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What church do you attend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't go to churches....but used to be a part of the choir in school (Yes, I used to sing pretty decently!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lakshmi pataas!! (Crackers!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sambhar rice, cabbage, curd rice, laddoo, jilebi, peda....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you wish on stars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmmm...nope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a crayon, what color would you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is the weather right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chill.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Last person you spoke to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My cousin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you like the person who sent this to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bg stole this tag,..... :-p .....YOU FLICKER!! (have to answer the question right...Yes, I do kinda like her :-p )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite soft drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sprite, Pepsi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Bangalore - Barbeque Nation, Banjara, South Indies, Inchara&lt;br /&gt;Coimbatore - Alankaar, Thats Y Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Favorite day of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;September 1st...and all official holidays!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite toy as a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kitchen set, Lego blocks, Mumphy (my lovely doll whose hand I broke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer or winter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Any season with low humidity is fine!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs or Kisses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Both (But only restricted to limited people!! :-p) ...I'm NOT being rude!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Choco Vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I cry a lot...hard to remember the last time I did!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is under your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What did you do last night? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Imagined, dreamt and slept.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite smell?&lt;br /&gt;Sand - when it rains&lt;br /&gt;My Hugo Boss and Calvin Klein Perfume collection!!!! (Hate it when it gets exhausted!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lizards, spiders, pot-holes on B'lore roads, appraisal ratings :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Plain, buttered, or salted Popcorn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't like popcorn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many keys on your key ring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many years at your current job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Favorite day of the week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday to Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many cities have you lived in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you make friends easily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-8511337172203706678?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/8511337172203706678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=8511337172203706678' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/8511337172203706678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/8511337172203706678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2008/10/stealing-tag.html' title='Stealing a Tag'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-3558838360284965918</id><published>2008-10-22T04:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T04:58:41.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Pretty dull day...yet again!&lt;br /&gt;The weather is beautiful! But certainly not suitable enough to get up from that warm and cosy bed; argghhh....!&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining all day. And I just thought I'd leave for the day, but looks like I'll have to hang in at work for a couple of hours more. Problem out here is that when it starts raining, it never seems to stop. And when I'm on the road, I risk my life as I never stop to shelter myself from it. I hate waiting at these stinky, unclean, unknown places with swarms of flies hovering all over the place. I might as well get drenched from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;However today, I've decided against it and therefore spending a few more hours at work BLOGGING!! (Atleast until the rains stops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loads of work, but I'm in no mood to really read anything that's going to muddle my mind up. So I'll probably just start afresh tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of anything that I want to write down....&lt;br /&gt;My mind's CRASHING........Shucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-3558838360284965918?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/3558838360284965918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=3558838360284965918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/3558838360284965918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/3558838360284965918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-6129231553248684425</id><published>2008-10-20T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T03:07:35.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom&apos;s B&apos;day'/><title type='text'>Mom's B'day! :-)</title><content type='html'>Today, mommy dearest celebrates her b'day! :-)&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice to celebrate the birthday of the person you love so much! The togetherness and every moment through the day is just so special!&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm quite upset that I'm stuck at work and still haven't got her a gift. I have decided to leave work early .(hopefullly the rains don't play spoilsport)&lt;br /&gt;Planned to get her a mini food processor. She's been wanting one for a long time, and what better occasion to present her with one on her b'day! :-) I just hope the store I'm going to has the model I'm looking for! Thinking of getting her a nice bouquet and some different varieties of cake as well.&lt;br /&gt;Just hope I manage to give her a pleasant surprise with all this!&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't concentrate much at work today. Kept thinking of how to spend the rest of the evening with Mom and Bro. Still so restless!! .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthdays are really SPECIAL! I believe, its that ONE day in the entire year which is meant JUST FOR YOU! No one can rob that joy away, ...a b'day is to re-live those fond memories and most importantly spend it with the people you love the most!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-6129231553248684425?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/6129231553248684425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=6129231553248684425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/6129231553248684425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/6129231553248684425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2008/10/moms-bday.html' title='Mom&apos;s B&apos;day! :-)'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-5005747253794929536</id><published>2008-10-18T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:36:05.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping....at it&apos;s worst'/><title type='text'>Confused what to buy...</title><content type='html'>दिवाली Shopping....&lt;br /&gt;Just a week to go before India celebrates one of the most awaited festivals ...Diwali!!&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, thinking about what new clothes I should get for the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm possibly one of the last-minute-buyers who hasn't had the time to shop; or just that I don't have an idea about what to get!&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps all that I could find now in any leading garment store would be the OLD STOCK dying and accumulating dust through every single year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd get myself a nice ethnic skirt. Don't have a single one yet, so put on my experimental hat and decided to hunt for it.&lt;br /&gt;Someone at work told me about this place called Bandhej;....a completely INDIAN store with lovely ethnic clothes! This caught my attention and I decided to drop in to check if I would be able to find something of my choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entrance was so welcoming...gave this amazing feeling that I'd come out with a BROAD SMILE on your face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the saying goes 'Appearances are ALWAYS deceptive' ...and such was this Store!!&lt;br /&gt;Had someone told me that the owner of this place charges for every single thread of a garment; I would have never had this on my agenda list for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! Considering the rise in inflation; and the present market scenario....I was in no position to afford such absurd prices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, perhaps you can relate to this much better....&lt;br /&gt;I saw couple of kurtis (Oh and somehow I guess this place has a totally different dimension when it comes to kurtis!) Even Size L was small for me (considering I'm reallllly tiny and petite!!)&lt;br /&gt;And all of them just seemed so small.&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the texture...you know what kind of handkerchiefs you find some people selling by the roadside...&lt;br /&gt;Ya so when you look at that you pretty much know that it would shrink big time after the first wash...Maybe become half the size!!&lt;br /&gt;These clothes looked somewhat similar. I guess all these garments were pre-washed! That pretty much suggests why everything looked soooo outrageously small!&lt;br /&gt;Now let's come to my favorite observation....THE PRICE!!!&lt;br /&gt;I believe these guys maintain a simple formula for their pricing:&lt;br /&gt;Price = Dimension (SMALL) + Quality (POOR) + Additional charges (Transportation + Store lighting + Rent + xxxx)&lt;br /&gt;So when I picked this kurti, I was quite curious to know how much it would cost! I normally set a budget in mind before buying anything. And if at all, the price of the item I've picked goes above my budget; I still consider it upto a few hundreds more...&lt;br /&gt;So I picked the kurti and turned the tag to take a look at the price. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rs 995.00....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to recheck as I felt I read it incorrectly! Each time I read it, the number just seemed to be growing bigger!!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO there you go, Small garments with HEAVY tags!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next 20 min I spent in the store was more like a guessing game. Any garment I picked, I'd guess the price. I would have checked this for about 10 types of kurtas...and I was wrong on ALL the 10 attempts!!&lt;br /&gt;Havent got the formula right I guess!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, so that pretty much ended my visit to the store! So much for the ethnic-skirt I had in mine! I wouldn't have bought a single lace from that place! Perhaps the only way I'd  get something  is, if they decided to have a "Guess-the-price" contest!  Actually come to think of it, don't think even that would be possible! Didn't I try that already??? :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I have decided to go shop for something less complex, easy-to-get and not charged by the thread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-5005747253794929536?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/5005747253794929536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=5005747253794929536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/5005747253794929536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/5005747253794929536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2008/10/confused-what-to-buy.html' title='Confused what to buy...'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-2543588341121792859</id><published>2008-10-17T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T04:48:15.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I LOVE Chocolate'/><title type='text'>Sinful!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SPh7SBZsHAI/AAAAAAAAABg/wWvIyVDTun0/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258088114499099650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SPh7SBZsHAI/AAAAAAAAABg/wWvIyVDTun0/s400/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SPh7SDU75nI/AAAAAAAAABo/iyqJRNTsRZI/s1600-h/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258088115016033906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SPh7SDU75nI/AAAAAAAAABo/iyqJRNTsRZI/s400/7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SPh1AXWPYLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/viYnhAoZNi0/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258081214082801842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SPh1AXWPYLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/viYnhAoZNi0/s400/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SPh1AkM9AYI/AAAAAAAAABA/3p37yUC6bPg/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258081217533510018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SPh1AkM9AYI/AAAAAAAAABA/3p37yUC6bPg/s400/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SPh1AvzzkvI/AAAAAAAAABI/KHCLzQLlif8/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258081220649259762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SPh1AvzzkvI/AAAAAAAAABI/KHCLzQLlif8/s400/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SPh1AvMjuXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PaR48WWxBmE/s1600-h/10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258081220484643186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SPh1AvMjuXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PaR48WWxBmE/s400/10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SPh1A9lU7EI/AAAAAAAAABY/0M6Q_JJf6XE/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life without CHOCOLATE??? Yummmmmmyyyy..... :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-2543588341121792859?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/2543588341121792859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=2543588341121792859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/2543588341121792859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/2543588341121792859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2008/10/sinful.html' title='Sinful!!!'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SPh7SBZsHAI/AAAAAAAAABg/wWvIyVDTun0/s72-c/5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-3867855111856228094</id><published>2008-10-16T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T04:05:31.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Astrology....Yet again!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today will be a moderate day for you. You may have difficulty in concentrating. You may need to push yourself to finish the day`s work on time. Avoid confrontations with co-workers and spouse alike; instead, get things done by simply being charming and nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, for once I managed to read something which was pretty much true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty dull day!! Couldn't concentrate a bit....landed up solving puzzles instead!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yayy...weekend's here!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-3867855111856228094?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/3867855111856228094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=3867855111856228094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/3867855111856228094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/3867855111856228094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2008/10/astrologyyet-again.html' title='Astrology....Yet again!!'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-4495049601908818166</id><published>2008-10-16T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T06:50:12.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CRAZY all along'/><title type='text'>Some Women are Weird!!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered how SOME women can be so unpredictable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There aren't too many women I know who are CRAZY, but today I managed to meet one!&lt;br /&gt;And besides I'm not the only one who thinks that way. Most of the people around (Both men and women think so!!)&lt;br /&gt;Ya, so what's so crazy about this female?&lt;br /&gt;Well, not sure if she is an "Attention-seeker" ...or if she's just "Made-that-way"...to sum it up..she's plain and simple CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;Well, to give you an insight on this-&lt;br /&gt;There is this administration tool using which we can log our queries (basically Support tickets) and this is later processed by a person in the Support department. So ideally speaking, you can find messages like:&lt;br /&gt;1) Printer not functioning&lt;br /&gt;2) Upgrade the s/w on my machine&lt;br /&gt;3) Require admin rights for XXX system&lt;br /&gt;And what our intelligent lady-on-the-block raises??&lt;br /&gt;See this...&lt;br /&gt;1) The SOUND of the water from the fountain is too NOISY! (Oh, and this woman yaps most of the time such that she can be heard across the entire bay!)&lt;br /&gt;2) The security guard looks frightening and doesn't pass good vibes (Guess he felt the same about her!!)&lt;br /&gt;3) Change the bus route and introduce new boarding points such that it caters to the needs of the employees (Well, you know she obviously wanted it to be easy for her and not ALL the employess. And what I did hear is she wanted to get off the bus right in the middle of a flyover, and as the driver refused she got furious!)&lt;br /&gt;4) Provide MORE aerated beverages. (Apparently, Ms.Sophisticated was having a headache and wanted to have something aerated to drink but it had all got exhausted in the wending machines!)&lt;br /&gt;5) Reduce the temperature around her cubicle as her monitor was getting heated up (Oh, there are about 7 of us who sit around the place she does, and we almost freeze with the currently set temperature)&lt;br /&gt;6) You should have separate seats for women in the bus. (I believe she doesnt approve of it when a lady has to sit next to man in the bus if she doesnt find another seat. She feels the man should be cordial and decent enough to get up and find himself another place and let the lady be seated comfortably!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on...Can't really write 'em all!!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;Ya, so I dont understand what it takes for a person like this to act sane!&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps trying to set a very unique status for herself!! What an achievement!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there's more to this hideous behaviour. Another friend found these posts of hers, copied it to an email and forwarded it to so many friends. And as you know, this got forwarded to a million people...Unfortunately the last person to receive it was this female herself!!&lt;br /&gt;She went straight up to that guy and demanded an explanation for this ruthless act of this!! (Bwwahahhahaaa!!)...Poor guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....so there's one CRAZY woman that I know...&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys come across similar yet unique characters?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-4495049601908818166?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/4495049601908818166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=4495049601908818166' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/4495049601908818166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/4495049601908818166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-women-are-weird.html' title='Some Women are Weird!!'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-2102062377680859065</id><published>2008-10-15T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T02:39:15.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WebComic'/><title type='text'>WebComic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SPW6JCiDp9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/A84P1I3uu_Y/s1600-h/the_man_who_fell_sideways.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257312804486227922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SPW6JCiDp9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/A84P1I3uu_Y/s400/the_man_who_fell_sideways.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Man Who Fell Sideways!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-2102062377680859065?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/2102062377680859065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=2102062377680859065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/2102062377680859065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/2102062377680859065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2008/10/webcomic.html' title='WebComic'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/SPW6JCiDp9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/A84P1I3uu_Y/s72-c/the_man_who_fell_sideways.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-1745082187631568784</id><published>2008-10-14T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T05:29:32.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Astrology...Do u believe in it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some unexpected good news will lift your spirits today. In fact, a few of your trying issues will find resolution now. This is just the right time to also improve your personal and professional relationships. Today, you sure do have an optimistic attitude and are ready to face the challenges head on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, .....this is what today's astrological prediction for my sun sign reads!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wondered how people just come up with these predictions/assumptions. Is it so simple for LIFE to get so predictable?&lt;br /&gt;How can you really derive something that hasnt really happened or might take place in future?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-1745082187631568784?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/1745082187631568784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=1745082187631568784' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/1745082187631568784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/1745082187631568784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2008/10/astrologydo-u-believe-in-it.html' title='Astrology...Do u believe in it!!'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-3313281310617197949</id><published>2008-10-13T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T05:17:58.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HoMe Not-So-Sweet HoMe...'/><title type='text'>Home is where the heart is!!....Do you think so??</title><content type='html'>October 8th, 2008....Time:18:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait to complete my tasks for the day and head back home.....Was waiting all through the day for this.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't planning on catching up with friends (or) party my head off (or) watch an interesting movie (or) go on a nice long drive (or) go out shopping (or) throw a surprise party...................(so why was I so excited???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My volvo bus was scheduled to leave at 22:30...........to &lt;strong&gt;Coimbatore &lt;/strong&gt;(Huh??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't think most of you would even know where Coimbatore is located. If you really wish to know, take a look at this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coimbatore"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coimbatore&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snippet: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lived for more than 10 years in this city, and love this place!! I made life's best buddies here, ate the best and yummiest FOOD I could ever ask for...studied in a fantastic school....graduated from a not so great college (but met my partner here, so yeah! it was great for me in a way!!! :-D ) learnt the do's and dont's in life.....got to live in MY OWN HOUSE......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lotssss of other interesting stuff.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I was all set to leave to the city that I have always loved!!! And because I was going with my family, it was all the more exciting!! Felt like the 'Good Old Days' again!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it all started with a not-so-comfortable journey...I kind of realised that traveling by bus isn't going to help me in future....Out of the 7 hrs journey, if I remember correctly...I would have slept for around 12 minutes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that didnt bother me much as I knew I'd be there on my cosy bed in a few hrs.... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you go....to my surprise...we reached pretty early... (Something which has never happened when I've travelled by myself!) ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhh....It was so good to be home.........climbing those stairs (I never use the elevator, btw!)....and finally took out my fancy keychain (with the michelin logo on it!) and unlocked the door....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ALAS!! .....NO POWER!!!! well, perhaps one of those unplanned power cuts that every city in India normally has...Big Deal! It would certainly be restored in no time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited..............1hr.........................2hrs.......................3hrs....................4hrs................5hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by this time, not only was I red with fury but also sweating ...like I was in the middle of the Sahara desert!!! My cosy-comfortable-soothing house had just turned into a FURNACE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then learnt that the city had been scorching for the last few weeks and was experiencing the worst climatic condition ever (What timing!!) ....and that's not it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's more to it....Due to shortage in electricity, the city mayor had decided to go ahead and have a load shedding system in place!! (Talk about ways of building the infrastructure of a city!!) .....and the decision was 7hrs of power cut EVERY SINGLE DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;What the hellllllllll !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So you probably would have guessed what my 4 day so-called vacation was like!&lt;br /&gt;The only different thing I possibly did was dining out at italian restaurants. Didnt find it so fascinating even!! All I wished for is to get back to B'lore as sooooonnn as I could.&lt;br /&gt;I hated every bit of the city...the weather, the power cuts, the fact that there was NOTHING entertaining to do, .....&lt;br /&gt;And what puzzled me was, this city NEVER seemed to change....it has stayed stagnant all along..&lt;br /&gt;We all change....Time changes everything and everybody&lt;br /&gt;As you grow up, your needs and your lifestyle change as well...&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, when I was much younger I loved the place as I had friends around, school and college kept me busy...so I didnt have much time to actually laze around.&lt;br /&gt;and now when I visited the city I loved so much, I kind of realised that i didnt quite feel that way any more.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....life itself is so transient....&lt;br /&gt;You like something today and tomorrow you get so bored of it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-3313281310617197949?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/3313281310617197949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=3313281310617197949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/3313281310617197949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/3313281310617197949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2008/10/home-is-where-heart-isdo-you-think-so.html' title='Home is where the heart is!!....Do you think so??'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-1658207673773449122</id><published>2008-10-06T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T05:56:16.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing vs Coding'/><title type='text'>Writing vs Coding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok....call it Musings or contemplations....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here are some thoughts on Writing vs Coding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Before that...for those of you who are BORN Coding FREAKS...dont read this!!)...this is way too complex for you guys to understand or appreciate!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Which language is easier??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English (or) C/C++/Java&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt; Welll?????...........English ofcourse!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who according to you is a linguist?&lt;br /&gt;A person who speaks in langauages that HUMANS understand (or)&lt;br /&gt;A person who speaks in languages where all the alphabets are like jumbled words..printf, scanf, stdio, iostream, cout, cin..??? (What the hell does this mean?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt; (You kidding me...Obviously its the first one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Which is easier??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My name is Nithya (or)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;#include &lt;iostream&gt;&lt;br /&gt;int main()&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;std::cout &lt;&lt; "My name is Nithya\n";&lt;br /&gt;return 0;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer: &lt;/strong&gt;Ya right!!! .... :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible entry for booker's prize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Inheritance of Loss&lt;/span&gt; by Kiran Desai (or)&lt;br /&gt;Understanding Pointers in C by Yashwant Kanitkar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt; Wonder what Yashwant Kanitkar thinks??@@!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the significance of the letter F?&lt;br /&gt;6th letter of the alphabet...or a much easier way of saying....(U know the rest!) (or)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f&lt;/strong&gt;printf, &lt;strong&gt;f&lt;/strong&gt;flush (Does this seem weird only to ME???)&lt;br /&gt;Answer: What the f??? :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the only person who would want to comment on this post would be my best buddy B.G!!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-1658207673773449122?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/1658207673773449122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=1658207673773449122' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/1658207673773449122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/1658207673773449122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2008/10/writing-vs-coding.html' title='Writing vs Coding'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945898150811395118.post-5524748680974363525</id><published>2008-10-06T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T05:17:53.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COMPLEXITY'/><title type='text'>Hard Day at Work.....</title><content type='html'>So here goes....!!&lt;br /&gt;Yay....I'm now officially a member of the blogging community (Better late than never!!)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, just a Snippet for those of you who don't know me... (DUH!!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a writer by profession....hold on (I'm not finished yet!!) ...a &lt;strong&gt;Technical Writer&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Probably you might have heard of this job profile..but perhaps it just didnt matter to you what its all about!! And I'm certainly not gonna go about explaining this to people in my first post!!&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps...if life doesnt treat me too well in the days to come...i'll provide you an insight on this...!! :-p&lt;br /&gt;Ya, so there you have it....The hectic days are back again...I just joined this job 2 months back...already feel my head's overflowing with too much of data....not able to process it...(Btw, for a person in my profession..that's a serious problem!!)&lt;br /&gt;I love my job...(i havent got to know most of it yet....what the hell!!!)&lt;br /&gt;But yes, I love my job for the moment...for what it demands from me...and what I demand from it??!!@@??! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;It's different...and when I say different I actually mean COMPLEX!!!&lt;br /&gt;Simple things made complex!! Never knew my job could get complex!!! But ya, looks like I was wrong!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so there are these days when you feel so happy with the way you are progressing...and then SUDDENLY...there's this bouncer thrown at you...&lt;br /&gt;All what seemed SIMPLE is now COMPLEX!! ..and you get this feeling...&lt;em&gt;'What the hell was I thinking all these days'&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Now the good news is..."&lt;em&gt;I'm not panicking&lt;/em&gt;"..(WHOW!!...that's so unlike me!!)&lt;br /&gt;but the bad news is...."&lt;em&gt;I soon might start wondering...i mean panicking&lt;/em&gt;"...(DUH!!)&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of tricks to this game...but I havent mastered it yet!!...Again...TIME is such an important factor....why cant you just rewind/recede or forward/advance it when you want to????&lt;br /&gt;Well, I need to sit and get answers for these UNANSWERABLE questions...&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt recommend '&lt;em&gt;comments&lt;/em&gt;' for this post.... :-S ...nevertheless..i wouldnt mind analyzing the way people think...!!!&lt;br /&gt;ALrighty then..i need to refresh the tables in my head and sync it up with......OH NO!!! :-0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945898150811395118-5524748680974363525?l=my-jargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/feeds/5524748680974363525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945898150811395118&amp;postID=5524748680974363525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/5524748680974363525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945898150811395118/posts/default/5524748680974363525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-jargon.blogspot.com/2008/10/hard-day-at-work.html' title='Hard Day at Work.....'/><author><name>Nithya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832830005047043229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmY7uZYGFfs/TKIi-SYKn_I/AAAAAAAAAco/NhhhY__K58U/S220/IMG_1235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
