<?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-9483607</id><updated>2012-01-21T18:05:44.960-08:00</updated><category term='movies'/><title type='text'>Prabha..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-7406478855291598530</id><published>2007-04-23T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T23:16:44.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Bheja Fry-laugh your heart out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was not too excited about watching this movie last Friday.It was raining quite heavily and I really didn't have the enthu for a movie late in the night. Especially, after a string of bad Hindi movies I watched , I had almost given up on Bollywood movies.&lt;br /&gt;But surprise surprise!&lt;br /&gt;Bheja Fry was such a welcome break at the end of a hectic week.&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome.I was laughing almost through out the movie.&lt;br /&gt;All the actors are quite natural..You don't get to see Sarika for too long on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;Rajat Kapoor and Milind Soman are quite good.I especially liked the scene when Milind Soman cannot stop laughing. Most of us in the audience were in the same state too!&lt;br /&gt;But it is Vinay Pathak,who steals the show.He is so comical and his expressions - just priceless.He makes you laugh so easily and he is such a natural.&lt;br /&gt;Another good thing about the movie is that there are no songs,so no ill-timed item numbers popping in from nowhere. And there is something happening through out the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I cannot think of anything bad about the movie.&lt;br /&gt;It is a must watch!Pooh pooh the reviews which have given this movie a 2 star rating.This is a clear winner.&lt;br /&gt;Just watch it and have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-7406478855291598530?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/7406478855291598530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=7406478855291598530&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/7406478855291598530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/7406478855291598530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2007/04/bheja-fry-laugh-your-heart-out.html' title='Bheja Fry-laugh your heart out!'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-116316135961825248</id><published>2006-11-10T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T04:23:07.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know its not mother's day..but still.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/84494570@N00/293690225/"&gt;&lt;img height="352" alt="ch880117" src="http://static.flickr.com/116/293690225_8b8dc110cb.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-116316135961825248?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/116316135961825248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=116316135961825248&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/116316135961825248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/116316135961825248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=':-)'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-116228927120870162</id><published>2006-10-31T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T02:14:29.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"radio mirchi -honk sak-HONK HOoooooooonk- kath hot magaaa.. " i could not block out the traffic noise inspite of the loud volume of my player..i had bought a new mobile with radio just to pass the time i spend in trying to get home from work.and thats a lot of time if u r in bangalore..and longer if your mode of commute is the autorickshaw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The radio station played the all new remixed version of "Yeh merraa dil....." from don...that combined with the different sounds of horns+tyres screeching+ engines vrooming+autodriver talking on his handsfree gave a remix of the remix.. which was not really soothing to my already tired ears... it was 8 in the night...one hour since i left office...aaaargghhhhh.. frustration was creeping slowly into me...but then this is everyday routine.. 7-9 was crib-n-curse-the-traffic time! and today was extra special....traffic jam everywhere!!!and a bonus too- an extremely irritable auto driver..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The signal turned green...suddenly there was life everywhere.. two wheelers just zoomed past us...it was like a giant maze of vehicles.. and my driver was not one short of ideas...he climbed on to the pavement!!!!!dont be too shocked..a very common sight in these parts of the world..we just had to cross bfore the signal hits red again...that was the ultimate goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Goobe!!!!" shouted a guy on the sidewalk pasting himself to the adjacent wall to prevent the auto from hitting him.. and the pavement ,definetely not the best laid one..with alternate crests and troughs..dug up pits,sand,rocks,stones,pebbles,...it would prove to be any geologists treasure... not to mention the dogs casually relaxing despite the continuous honking of the vehicles on the pavement..but let me not get started on the dogs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we somehow crossed the signal bfore it hit red again..thanks to the driver..and sorry to the pedestrians..again a jam....i tried making some small talk with the driver in the little kannada i know.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me : "daily bejaar ayithu...belai bittu bera oor hogbeku.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[i follow a rule while talking in kannada.. i use tamil words and simply substitute all the V with B...like belai from velai... ]&lt;br /&gt;driver replied "tamizha maa nee??naan madras"&lt;br /&gt;Me very sheepishy:huh....??ok....&lt;br /&gt;i shudve guessed when he asked for one and half at 6:30 in the evening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally as we drove through the jam..we realised that this was just a small branch of a major jam somewhere else..we took so many diversions that i started doubting if we were orbitting the earth.... finally the auto driver gave up and suggested i get off and walk home.... which was atleast 3 kms from here...no other way out...walked all the way home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i was complaining of a sedentry job only in the morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-116228927120870162?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/116228927120870162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=116228927120870162&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/116228927120870162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/116228927120870162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2006/10/traffic.html' title='Traffic!'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-113497017067672268</id><published>2005-12-18T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T21:29:30.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>been a while..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey there!&lt;br /&gt;Iam back after long.I cannot believe I actually came in early to blog.Now thats a good sign.Well!there are things I still like doing other than lazing around.I really admire people who remain active in Bangalore.Iam awed by guys who go on these really tiring weekend trips and&lt;br /&gt;tell me about it when I sleepily walk in on Monday looking grumpy.And all I would have done through out weekend is catching some sleep in between naps.which by the way drives my mother mad.Whose favourite word is surusurrupu...and i really dunno what it means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So for a person like me coming to work early on Monday is a great kick.The empty cubicles.Gives you the feeling that you are ahead of everyone else.Well, should I mention the fact that I was literally thrown out of the house bcos of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indianexpress.com/full_story.php?content_id=84118"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; really sad and scary incident.&lt;br /&gt;So starting the day early is gonna be my resolution for this new year.And getting home by 7:30 atleast.And blogging regularly is going to be my other.These are my only two resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;The year ahead is goin to be a significant one.With added responsibilities and lots of changes.Sticking to these resolutions will definetely please my loved ones.It will be something I will proudly boast about..Like my morning walks.I have started going for these long walks in the morning, which figures in the top five of the best-things-ive-done-this-year list.My friends gasped when they found out.My parents think its an achievement.It does put me off slightly when I see their shocked looks..and say "Prabha vaaa??"..But still gives me this "Yea..iam great or what" feeling.Anyways life is changing and whoa...big time!! and for the better :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-113497017067672268?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/113497017067672268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=113497017067672268&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/113497017067672268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/113497017067672268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/12/been-while.html' title='been a while..'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-112989803646659629</id><published>2005-10-21T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T22:42:10.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A journey continued..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://inagardencalledlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/journey-begins.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He thought it would be an ordinary journey. Standing behind the pillar he watched the train snort arrogantly into the station. With each snort he was reminded of his grandfather's words "You will fail in the city and return penniless"; with every heavenward whistle, he heard his cousin, "Don't worry. Come here and I will get you a job at the construction site." Now he had a 34-hour journey to prove one of them wrong, and he expected the excitement at the end of the journey. He looked at his ticket once again: compartment S9 berth 23. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/10/journey-continued.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He boarded the train and set down his trunk carefully.That was all he had.Few old clothes.He counted the money his granny had given him.1000 rupees.His family’s two month income.He gulped, went to the wash basin and splashed some water on his face.He thought "Me and work at a site??No way!!Iam going to be like Chiranjeevi..a big film star, everyone will want my autograph..." He reminded himself to learn to sign.He stared into the mirror.It was his grandfather he saw ,wagging his stick "Have u ever seen ur face in the mirror?!!" The screech of the train broke his train of thoughts.It had started.A new beginning.And he realized that his ticket was missing in his pocket.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Passing on the story to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://seshvenk.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Venky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sriramr.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sriram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://toerag.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sangeetha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Everything below the dashed line above should be copied and pasted with every accepted tag)This is a Story Tree and is best nurtured as follows:&lt;br /&gt;1. A blogger can add only 90-100 words (not more or less) at a time&lt;br /&gt;2. All previous snippets of 90-100 words need to be copied before the new set of 90-100 words are appended.&lt;br /&gt;3. Each entire snippet should be linked to the respective author (and not just the first sentence or so)&lt;br /&gt;4. Characters, scenes, etc. can be introduced by an author&lt;br /&gt;5. Bizarre twists, sci-fi, fantasy sequences are best avoided.&lt;br /&gt;6. After appending 90-100, the Story Tree can be passed on to at most 3 bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;7. If more than 1 branch leads to a blogger, s/he is free to choose any one of them but cannot mix the snippets of the individual branches.&lt;br /&gt;8. The Story Tree is best left to grow than concluded10. Please attach the image of the Story Tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/84494570@N00/54562918/" align="middle"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 325px; HEIGHT: 272px" height="264" alt="Tree" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/54562918_9fa7473628_o.jpg" width="320" align="center" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-112989803646659629?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/112989803646659629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=112989803646659629&amp;isPopup=true' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/112989803646659629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/112989803646659629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/10/journey-continued.html' title='A journey continued..'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-112831506021105160</id><published>2005-10-02T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T22:03:31.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>followed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was very late in the night when Ajju was walking down his deserted street.He was getting back from work.He was one of the many call center executives living in a cluttered street in Madiwala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hunger was nearly killing him and he walked towards the Hotel something-saagar near his house.He scanned the menu for a few minutes and debated between Curd Rice and Rava Idli.Finally ordered for both and sighed to himself.”15 bucks for this mustard sized idli!!!What is the world coming to..!!”He collected the food packets and left the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats when he saw her sitting near the corner tea shop.She was always there.However cold it was.However lonely it was... She lived on the streets..she was homeless. She stood there staring at every passerby begging for food.People generally took pity on her and thus she survived.Ajju thought she was being a nuisance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However she was not really any trouble and looked quite helpless.But today she  was staring at Ajju intently with an evil look on her face.He didn’t quite understand.But then..who cares.&lt;br /&gt;She got up slowly and started following him.Ajju was confused…Now why would she do that…But he was thrilled that someone was finally interested in him..too bad the babe sitting next to him in office wasn’t following him around like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly he stopped”Hey wait!!What if she attacks me??Bangalore is really not the safest place on planet Earth…hmmmm..hey man!!!get a life…what can she do” He walked casually with his hands in his pockets and started whistling.&lt;br /&gt;He tried his best not to seem nervous.He tried to maintain his pace but unconsciously his steps quickened.He scolded himself “Why can’t I just have the courage to turn back and glare.After all Iam the stronger one here..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could feel her nearing him by the second.He started half-running,half-walking-fast.”Home!!Home!!Home!!” What if the dumb landlord had locked the main gate.He hated him like never before.Much more than when he had hiked the rent atrociously for that matchbox of a house he lived in..that too with 6 other guys.He was amazed that he could think and decide to hate at a time like this.Imagine how his friends would laugh at him if he told them this…They would call him a coward…Was he being one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his legs...God was he stabbed???&lt;br /&gt;Now that was it!!!He was going to turn around and hit her..” Have some guts he told himself…&lt;br /&gt;His legs were in no mood to listen to his mind…He dropped everything in his hands and started running …towards home which was at the end of the street.He hoped that it wasn’t his life’s end as well.He ran and ran and finally to the gate of his house and found it open.He thanked god (and not the landlord) a million times and took deep breaths .Once safely in ,he turned to look and there she was.She had torn the food packets and spilled it open right in the middle of the road and was gobbling up his expensive dinner hungrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mustve felt being stared at.She looked up and barked and yelped.&lt;br /&gt;Ajju thought “Now what?Is the stupid thing trying to thank me??I better go and take an Anti-rabies injection tomo”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-112831506021105160?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/112831506021105160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=112831506021105160&amp;isPopup=true' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/112831506021105160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/112831506021105160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/10/followed.html' title='followed...'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-112566757211682374</id><published>2005-09-02T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T06:36:24.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Born with the bat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you been around crazy cricket fans??If you haven’t then be glad..you are really not missing much..When I say crazy I mean obsessed..and why they are so i'll not be able to comprehend even in my death bed.I'll probably learn the secret once I reach heaven(assuming that its heaven I reach)&lt;br /&gt;And you desperately wanna reach heaven when one such a maniac sits next to you at work.Iam seriously and surprisingly doing some work …my head phones are on..and Iam tryin to shut out the world and concentrate..&lt;br /&gt;Inspite of that…it comes without warning “oohhhhhhhhhh shiittt!!oooh my Godddd!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Iam on my feet ready to sprint “The roof is falling down!!!”&lt;br /&gt;And they inform me their eyes still glued to the score card… “xyz just got out”..and yea they think it’s a perfectly normal explanation for nearly stopping my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Then a bunch of crazies huddle around lookin at the score and fervently discuss the course of the match…As if this is not enough the next day you get a detailed post mortem.They compare various matches.And you realize "Oh!!Cricket is in the air..everywhere!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And they don’t only talk about the biggie matches.It could also be about the match between Palaniswamy Colony vs Arun Mozhi theru(street) played in the dirty ground round the corner.They have commentators for those matches too.Sponsors are the ones with the bat and ball.And you are left with an impression that cricket is not a game, its more a mega serial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you are in the company of one such person anything and everything has to have a reference to cricket.Lets call that person "Tutoo".Tutoo charms girls with cricket jokes.Tutoo tells tall stories of how he plays like Dravid.One day he gets outrageously lucky and hey! the girl is bowled over!&lt;br /&gt;Tutoo gets married to the girl.There is a match every single day and night..&lt;br /&gt;Tatoo thinks watching cricket with his wife is the most romantic thing he has ever done in his life.Watching a match from the stands would be the super anniversary gift. The wife does not have to worry about cooking..Tatoo eats and drinks cricket..Sometime later the kids come…Tutoo’s bedtime stories(with action) for his son will be “How I achieved my first century”, “101 tips to bowl like Warne”,“Ganguly Cricket jokes-Complete compilation”And if its a daughter he has he will make Cricket a fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;And then it strikes u..its really not blood that running through his veins..its cricket..and madness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-112566757211682374?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/112566757211682374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=112566757211682374&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/112566757211682374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/112566757211682374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/09/born-with-bat.html' title='Born with the bat'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-112529706640589321</id><published>2005-08-28T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T23:31:06.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:-)</title><content type='html'>Crawling towards my 10,000th hit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-112529706640589321?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/112529706640589321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=112529706640589321&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/112529706640589321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/112529706640589321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_28.html' title=':-)'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-112295893983217776</id><published>2005-08-01T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T00:00:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>System No.32</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jayesh had been allocated to a new project.And to System No 32.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody had used System No 32 for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;Cos it was previously assigned to Raman.And Raman had hung himself&lt;br /&gt;inside his cubicle. It was the tenth time Raman had lost an opportunity to go abroad.To Canada.Disappointment,anger and frustration struck him.And he hung himself in the very place which was the reason for his decision.oh!What a gory sight it was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayesh shivered at the thought of it.However he was one cool dude and didn’t have any kind of scary thoughts.He started his work on the project.Things were going on quite smoothly.Until one day.He was asked if he would be able to work from the client location.Canada.Jayesh was thrilled and broke into a smile.He started painting his future.Canada was especially good.Cos his college sweet heart Renu lived there.He could meet her.Make enough money.Buy a house.Propose to Renu.Finally “get settled” in life… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when his Manager interrupted and told him that Rakesh, his team mate was also interested in travelling and either one of them might go. His dreams started crumpling slowly.His face fell.“What??Rakesh??That weirdo psycho??!!Can he write 10 lines of code without 20 bugs?he is such a jerk.…” However his manager made it all better by saying that he was the first choice.Good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided to stay back that night and chat with Renu.It was nearly 11.Renu was not online yet.Waiting and waiting he suddenly felt a chill at the back of his neck.Damn!He went out to tell the security to increase the temperature.Nobody around.The office had an eerie silence.He walked back.Cribbing.Swearing. “Damn these security!!How can the management be so irresponsible??Do they even care about the employees?After all Iam working late!Now where the hell is she?If she is not getting online in 10 minutes Iam leaving!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put on his head phones.”Mebbe some good music is all I need”&lt;br /&gt;He was checking out the songs…And a sudden whisper from inside his head phones. “Jayesh!”&lt;br /&gt;Jayesh held his breath. “Iam going to Canada!Iam going to Canada!”&lt;br /&gt;Jayesh sat there feeling numb.Not knowing what to do. The whispers were slowly becoming loud.Finally shrieking.Jayesh threw off the head phones and ran for his life.He was white as a ghost.He forgot his bike and ran all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning came.He tried telling himself that it was all nothing.That he was halluncinating.He decided he would leave by six from now on.He locked up his head phones inside the drawer.The day seemed to move slowly.Late afternoon he gotto know that he had a client call to attend .At one in the night.Jayesh turned even paler.&lt;br /&gt;He made up his mind.Whatever it is he would face it “After all Iam a nice guy.Why would Raman’s ghost bother me?I was always sweet to him”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to the nearby temple and prayed.Feeling slightly better he started preparing for his client call. Slowly people were leaving for the day.The office was emptying out.He was getting slightly scared.But he was trying to concentrate on his job. It was nearly midnight when he heard vigorous typing. He wanted to know who else could be working at that time.But he was half scared to leave his seat.The typing sound was growing louder.Sweat was dripping from his forehead even though the room was ice cold.He could not take it any longer and went around his floor to check.No one.He wiped his face and went back to his seat.And there it was on his desktop.There was a very crude drawing of a man hanging from the ceiling.And written below the image in red fonts..“&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was to go to Canada…&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;/span&gt; He ran out of the building screaming.The security gave him a weird look and told the guy next to him “All these people are crazy.They stay late.No life.Just work work work and finally one day they go mad”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Jayesh went straight to his manager and told him he would not be able to travel.He made up some reasons.He told himself..“Well,Renu can wait.And anyways if not Renu there is always Manju.Big deal!I can buy the house next year.I should just cut down on my pubbing.Then Ill have enough money”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayesh’s Manager called Rakesh and told him he would be traveling in two weeks time and he had to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of formalities to be completed.Rakesh smiled wickedly to himself.So Jayesh had fallen for his plan..&lt;br /&gt;He had scared him off..What a moron!Ha ha ha ha …He was laughing to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later there was a big crowd in front of the office.Rakesh was found hanging inside the same cubicle. Jayesh stood there completely shaken.Half devastated.Half relieved.”That would have been me!!”&lt;br /&gt;What he did not know was that the project had been scrapped and Rakesh had hung himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-112295893983217776?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/112295893983217776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=112295893983217776&amp;isPopup=true' title='54 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/112295893983217776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/112295893983217776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/08/system-no32.html' title='System No.32'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-112203902265724544</id><published>2005-07-22T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T07:02:13.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50497426@N00/24231283/" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img height="334" alt="girl-jumping" src="http://photos21.flickr.com/24231283_7d5c306c39_o.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wow!!!Its been one lucky day!!!*touch wood*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hope this continues :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy Weekend!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-112203902265724544?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/112203902265724544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=112203902265724544&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/112203902265724544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/112203902265724544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/07/yahoo.html' title='Yahoo!'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-112169116510827422</id><published>2005-07-18T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T05:52:45.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me : psst..Who is Sundareshwar?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Meenakshi's Husband&lt;br /&gt;Me :  ohh!&lt;br /&gt;My mom (overheard only a part of this conversation):yaaru?pakkathu veeti maami?&lt;br /&gt;Me : ellai, saami&lt;br /&gt;My mom , dad and myself at Meenakshi temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-112169116510827422?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/112169116510827422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=112169116510827422&amp;isPopup=true' title='58 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/112169116510827422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/112169116510827422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/07/misunderstood.html' title='Misunderstood'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-112143034372830373</id><published>2005-07-15T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T07:53:07.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The bulb!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50497426@N00/15626777/"&gt;&lt;img height="73" alt="SUSIE" src="http://photos10.flickr.com/15626777_561e5381e9_o.jpg" width="54" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I had just reached home and got off my shoes.My dad squealed with delight and patting my shoulders said "very good!!very good!!"&lt;br /&gt;I was totally surprised and excited.&lt;br /&gt;oh god!!now,what did i do??&lt;br /&gt;Won a lottery?(not possible!I never buy lottery tickets)&lt;br /&gt;Won the 5 kgs of gold in the akshayathrithigai lucky draw?(no!the draw results were announced long time back)&lt;br /&gt;Some Gift Certificate?(hmm?)&lt;br /&gt;I got promoted and they decided to send the letter home?(Er..fat chance!)&lt;br /&gt;My dad finally realised that iam after all a boon to the world?(hmm..possible)&lt;br /&gt;was he being saracastic?Phone bills?(huh?Hope not!)&lt;br /&gt;He seemed to be genuinely pleased..&lt;br /&gt;My brain was processing all this and i was mentally constructing a huge flowchart.Why Why???Finally,Me-"what happened?what?what?".&lt;br /&gt;My dad with a content smile - "For the first time in your life you have kept your shoes in the stand"&lt;br /&gt;Thud -my heart!&lt;br /&gt;However i actually heard a thud..huh..?&lt;br /&gt;I turned back.My shoe had fallen off the rack.D'uh..!!&lt;br /&gt;Never go against nature!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-112143034372830373?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/112143034372830373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=112143034372830373&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/112143034372830373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/112143034372830373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/07/bulb.html' title='The bulb!'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-112091034334350488</id><published>2005-07-09T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T05:13:21.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something serious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have u noticed how difficult it is to be at the right place at the right time?&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be going quite fine.But somehow things get messed up in the end because you are not there at the right time.You probably missed it by a few minutes here and there. And why were u not there at that time?&lt;br /&gt;Because you were busy hee-heeing at the latest joke you received in email(which in all probabilities you received two days back) .&lt;br /&gt;Or mebbe because you were involved in a serious discussion about the different implications of , the girl and guy from the adjacent cubicle going to tea together.&lt;br /&gt;Some similar stuff -the simple pleasures in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again you might get slightly lucky and maybe you are there at the right time, but some weirdo has taken possession of your body and you end up saying things you dont mean and reverse things for urself.Dump the good fortune handed to you on a gold plate.&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you ,the second one makes you feel worse than the first.&lt;br /&gt;Its like this - Iam running in a marathon.Iam just goin to reach the finish line.I would have finished first.But there is this irresistable unknown force which just wields me off the track.&lt;br /&gt;Iam sure you are suspecting what could have sparked off this thought.&lt;br /&gt;Well..it all started bcos of something really trivial..something as silly as being late for the bday party and there is no cake left.&lt;br /&gt;But u never know!Never ignore the small things.Its these which actually shape into elephant sizes later and one day you'll be shocked at how it got so big.&lt;br /&gt;I thought a lot about the whole thingie.A feeble attempt to find an explanation.A concrete reason.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could not neither explain to myself nor conclude.&lt;br /&gt;But oh yea!I can always blame the planets.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-112091034334350488?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/112091034334350488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=112091034334350488&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/112091034334350488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/112091034334350488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/07/something-serious.html' title='Something serious'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-112047346601037469</id><published>2005-07-04T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T04:39:50.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniyan - Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50497426@N00/23466680/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img height="130" alt="Anni" src="http://photos19.flickr.com/23466680_5ca86b964e_o.jpg" width="115" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50497426@N00/23466678/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img height="130" alt="ambi" src="http://photos16.flickr.com/23466678_71bb08e071_o.jpg" width="115" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50497426@N00/23466679/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img height="130" alt="REmo" src="http://photos16.flickr.com/23466679_b86a41b799_o.jpg" width="115" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What to look out for:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Vivek's comedy track- *****&lt;br /&gt;2.Vikram's acting-****&lt;br /&gt;3.Songs - *** Foot tapping numbers.Leaves you humming "&lt;em&gt;Randaka Randaka&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Kaadhal Yaanai Remo&lt;/em&gt;" has been picturised nicely-stylish.Yana Gupta adds colour.She looks hot!Both Vikram and Yana have amazing screen presence.Even "&lt;em&gt;Kannum Kannum Nokia&lt;/em&gt;" sounds good inspite of its absolutely crappy lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;4.Nothing is left unexplained.The story line is good.The exaggeration spoils it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What could have been better&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;1.The First 10 minutes -They show Ambi picking up fights&lt;br /&gt;for different(all possible) reasons-What a bore!&lt;br /&gt;2.Overdose of Violence-gross!&lt;br /&gt;3.Over over dose of graphics and hi-fi lookin sets.The movie has got Shankar painted -in -red all over it.Hits your eyes like bright lights.&lt;br /&gt;4.Back Ground Music-could have been something better than "Oh-sha-ko-mi-ya" whenever Anniyan appears!&lt;br /&gt;5.Remo-Over Peter.Unbearable! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final word-Its not a must-watch.Can watch it if you are ok with the violence.But you will definetely not feel great when you leave the movie hall.Its kinda depressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-112047346601037469?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/112047346601037469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=112047346601037469&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/112047346601037469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/112047346601037469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/07/anniyan-disappointment.html' title='Anniyan - Disappointment'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-111988824607114792</id><published>2005-06-27T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T21:53:32.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brinjal Bliss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Receipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50497426@N00/21905377/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img height="103" alt="brinjal" src="http://photos16.flickr.com/21905377_62a2cc15dd_o.jpg" width="97" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stuff needed for preparation&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1.Brinjals-4 to 5 medium , small sized (purple ones)&lt;br /&gt;2.Dry red chillies-5 (If you have ulcer please use 2)&lt;br /&gt;3.Dhaniya-1.5 tablespoon&lt;br /&gt;4.Urad dal,bengal gram (Ulutham,kadalai paruppu)-one tablespoon each&lt;br /&gt;5.Peanuts-15 nos(This is a must)&lt;br /&gt;6.Mustard&lt;br /&gt;7.Turmeric powder&lt;br /&gt;8.Grated Coconut(optional)-2 tablespoons&lt;br /&gt;9.Curry leaves&lt;br /&gt;10.Oil&lt;br /&gt;11.Salt to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Cut the brinjals into halves or fours(Don't bother the worms)&lt;br /&gt;2.Half cook the brinjals-Either pressure cook with very little water or put it in boiling water for&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes.Keep aside.&lt;br /&gt;3.Add a teaspoon of oil to a pan and fry the red chillies,dhaniya,urad dal,bengal gram&lt;br /&gt;peanuts,coconut and curry leaves&lt;br /&gt;4.Fry for two to three minutes till the coconut becomes reddish brown.&lt;br /&gt;5.Remove and grind in mixie.Do not add water.&lt;br /&gt;6.Add oil in a pan and add the mustard&lt;br /&gt;7.Add the brinjals.&lt;br /&gt;8.Add the dry paste(er..dry something)&lt;br /&gt;9.Then add a pinch of turmeric powder and salt according to taste&lt;br /&gt;10.Keep frying in low flame for 10 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommended with curd rice&lt;br /&gt;If you fall sick after trying this - do not curse me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Finally found the title track of mouna raagam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://coolgoose.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*************** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.A week long vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-111988824607114792?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/111988824607114792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=111988824607114792&amp;isPopup=true' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111988824607114792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111988824607114792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/06/bliss.html' title='Bliss'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-111936550559656063</id><published>2005-06-21T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T08:01:16.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticlimax</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50497426@N00/20707670/"&gt;&lt;img height="98" alt="tea" src="http://photos15.flickr.com/20707670_42e3ef33b3_o.jpg" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was raining.Tea and rain make a nice combination.&lt;br /&gt;My friend and me decided to take our tea downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;We wanted watch the rain through the glass doors.&lt;br /&gt;One sip.&lt;br /&gt;We realised there was no sugar in the tea.&lt;br /&gt;So climbed back to add some.&lt;br /&gt;By the time we went down again the tea had gone cold.&lt;br /&gt;And the rain had stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title='Anticlimax'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-111925169245596143</id><published>2005-06-20T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T00:40:30.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged Again!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thanks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vivhyd.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;vivhyd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for tagging me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Here I go,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Number of Books I Own: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Total number of books given to others and never came back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I really Don' t remember..If I had kept atleast an approximate count ,I dont think I would have lost it..:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total number of books flicked from others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Again Dont remember..(Give and Take Policy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Book I bought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Five Point Someone, Secrets of the Code &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Last Book I was gifted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"What Katy Did?".....This is the only book I have ever been gifted..That too when I was in school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Last Book I read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Monk who sold his Ferrari..(I decided Iam never going to buy these kinda books again after this one!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Trying to read)MSDN Magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Five Books that mean a lot to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Phone book&lt;br /&gt;2.College REM book(The only thing I triple checked to see if I packed , while leaving my college..)&lt;br /&gt;3.Illusions by Richard Bach&lt;br /&gt;4.Love Story-by Erich Segal&lt;br /&gt;5.My Final year Automobile Engg textbook(Kindly don't be mistaken that I have attached educational value to it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Who am I gonna tag ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam tagging back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://toerag.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sangeetha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sriramr.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sriram&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;Every dog has its day! &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/9483607-111925169245596143?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/111925169245596143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=111925169245596143&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111925169245596143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111925169245596143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/06/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged Again!!!'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-111868224977021449</id><published>2005-06-13T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T09:05:47.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://toerag.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sangeets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, uve proved yourself a Teacher amma finally ;-)&lt;br /&gt;And sriram,You proved to be a devil..&lt;br /&gt;I was never good at quizing!!&lt;br /&gt;and ok here me goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Names I Go By :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Prabha&lt;br /&gt;Prabs&lt;br /&gt;Pubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Screen Names :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Prabha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Three Physical Things You Like About Yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;my fingers, pony tail, shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Physical Things You Don’t Like About Yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;feet,nails and ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Things That Scare Me :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Traffic,&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days Cats!!!&lt;br /&gt;I scare myself sometimes. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Things I Want To Do Badly Right Now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Something i would like to do right now&lt;br /&gt;1.Go home!!!&lt;br /&gt;2.have patience to buy batteries on the way, so I could listen on my walkman&lt;br /&gt;3.get hold of a nice book which will have all of it -humour(the witty kind),suspense,romance,some philosophy and action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Careers I have considered/Am Considering Right Now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Iam definetely not considering any career option right now..but it would be real fun to do something cool like this..&lt;br /&gt;1.When I was a kid I was quite fascinated by these guys in VGP golden beach(its an amusement park in madras)who stand like a statue wearing some weirdo costume..I would like to try it out sometime&lt;br /&gt;2.Design Tshirts in gory colours(neon,fluroscent that types) with some non sense slogans written on it.&lt;br /&gt;3.Counsel people(U dont even get advice for free nowadays)&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note..when I feel I have achieved something and I have enuf money , I think I might just want to run a restaurant or sit at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Places I Want To Go On A Vacation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So many places!!But these are the only places that are within my reach right now&lt;br /&gt;1.Goa&lt;br /&gt;2.Kerala(Wayanad)&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://karnatakatourism.com/wildresort/kabini/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kabini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abroad I think New York , Paris , Maldives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Three Kiddy Names I Like :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1.Varun&lt;br /&gt;2.Arjun&lt;br /&gt;3.Sharanya&lt;br /&gt;No funky mouth twisting sanskrit names for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Things To Do Before I Die :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Take a one month vacation and visit everyone I want to.Thats about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Number Of Films I Own On Dvd/Video:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;35-40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Last film I bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Matrix and Matrix Reloaded(still not watched it..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last film I watched:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in theatre Bunty Aur Babli(sad movie..dont even think about it)&lt;br /&gt;on TV,Minnale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Of Your Everyday Essentials:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1.Purse&lt;br /&gt;2. cell phone&lt;br /&gt;(Its the third one which is always the problem..Two things shudve been enuf....)&lt;br /&gt;3.aah!My Access card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Things You Are Wearing Right Now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Watch&lt;br /&gt;2.finger ring&lt;br /&gt;3.Slippers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*phew*&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sangeets and sriram..I had to think a lot you know..!!&lt;br /&gt;Strain for my brain :-)&lt;br /&gt;Anybody and everybody who blogs is tagged!!&lt;br /&gt;So u all better take this test.It does a lot of self improvement..Believe me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-111868224977021449?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/111868224977021449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=111868224977021449&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111868224977021449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111868224977021449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/06/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-111838555436628091</id><published>2005-06-09T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T00:07:44.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While I was sleeping...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Weird things can happen anytime.It can even happen when everything around you looks so peaceful.(Do I sound like Mr.Dursley?)&lt;br /&gt;Its worse if it happens when you are sleeping, snoring your way to glory.&lt;br /&gt;Early today morning,like any other day, I was sleeping , what with the weather being nice and cold...&lt;br /&gt;And I just dunno what hit me.My face was suddenly hurting.I screamed , screeched sooooo loud...Iam sure I mustve woken all my neighbours. I was scared even to open my eyes.I just shut it tightly and shouted for my mom.I could vaguely hear my dad's voice, like he is mumbling something from inside a well.He was saying "Its alright..its nothing"&lt;br /&gt;I slowly opened my eyes.I first saw my mom next to me.She had put her hands over her mouth , like her name was just announced as Miss.Universe.&lt;br /&gt;Why did I suddenly feel like Urmila from Booth?I just didn't know what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;I was sleepy- and worried!!!!!I wanted someone to explain....&lt;br /&gt;My mom didnt look like she was about to recover. Finally my dad told me casually that a cat jumped thru the window and had scratched my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;I gasped out of relief and suddenly became very alive.I jumped up and ran to check in the mirror..hmmm..Not all that bad.Three red marks near my left eye.I looked like a cannibal or maybe even a Red Indian.&lt;br /&gt;My dad started examining the scratches thru his specs..*groan*&lt;br /&gt;And then came the Rabies scare.I always thought Rabies comes only from Dog bites.I had to go around look for a hospital ,that too in Bangalore where even&lt;br /&gt;tea shops don't open at that hour!!Somehow found a clinic and took an injection( *sob sob*)&lt;br /&gt;What a way to start a Friday morning!&lt;br /&gt;After all this excitement,I had to start for work.I looked like I was involved in some roadside brawl yday night. All my efforts to conceal the marks failed.Finally all I could do was put my hair over my eyes(yes, a fair resemblance to undertaker)&lt;br /&gt;Whatever!!Fright of my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Looks like canceling the entrance exams for Engg and Medical has upset many students.This is so totally unfair!What say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam hooked on to this song, July Malargale...Karthik has such a soothing voice..sounds very much like Vijay(er ok, better than Vijay)...Only Sadhana sargam has kola pannified the Tamil..."July malaar-hale,July malaar-haaale,Un-kel etdhhiriyaai oru aalagun erukkkeeeraaan..." !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thenisai.com/tamil/songs/top_10_2002.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Listen to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-111838555436628091?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/111838555436628091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=111838555436628091&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111838555436628091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111838555436628091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/06/while-i-was-sleeping.html' title='While I was sleeping...'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-111806181518513546</id><published>2005-06-06T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T06:32:43.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I started it all.One fine day I told my Dad very worriedly that my mom spends too much time in the kitchen and shes gonna dissolve in the sambhar some day soon.I suggested that he cooks on Sundays..He alternatively suggested that we go out for lunch on Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;This was not new.We keep planning something like this but it never works.But this time we were determined to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;It was also decided that my dad and me will pick up the bill every alternate week.gulp!Too bad, I dont get pocket money anymore.But me being a sweet daughter ,I gave in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last Sunday was the day we were gonna put our plan into action.We set out at 1 o'clock.We decided to go to MTR,near Lalbagh.If you are in Bangalore this is The place for authentic Karnataka food or so I've been told.&lt;br /&gt;Reached.&lt;br /&gt;Doors closed.&lt;br /&gt;:-((&lt;br /&gt;How can a place be closed for lunch at one????We were told that we will have to wait for atleast 2 hours.No thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided on Nandini next.This place serves Andhra food.Yumm!!Hot n spicy.&lt;br /&gt;Lal Bagh to Jayanagar.Got into the restaraunt.I dunno about spicy,but hot, it defintely was.It was stuffy and filled with people.It reminded me of a bee hive.There was no place to stand.Seriously whats happening to our population???It looked like they were giving free food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I gave my name to the manager.My name was at the end of the sheet after 3 sheets!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood and waited and waited and waited...My stomach was grumbling and my dad was grumbling too.Why do people pick on me when they are bugged? I started wondering if it was my dad or Walter Vertrivel standing next to me.Hmph!And there are certain things which can just get on to your nerves.&lt;br /&gt;If I have to say it in Ramana style "Tamizhla enakku pidikaadha moone moonu varthai-Naa appove sonnen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anger and Hunger was killing me.I crawled from where I was standing to somewhere close to the tables.My luck, in sometime a table was cleared and I just sneaked in.Normally Iam an honest person.But Iam sure that I was exempted from all sins that day.I called my dad.My brother exclaimed suspiciously"Hey!Adhukkulla seat kadachuduthha?!"&lt;br /&gt;I hissed back "Edho medical collegela seat kadachha maadhiri,vaaya moodu!!"&lt;br /&gt;Finally we were seated.My aching legs! I usually scan the menu for atleast 15 mins.That day I did not even care to look at the menu.We ordered in a jiffy.&lt;br /&gt;I looked for something edible on the table to munch on before our food arrived.There was nothing except tooth picks and tissue.Shucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was almost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3 o 'clock.Bored I was looking around .Next to our table there was this huge group of about 15 people.They made me want to bang on the table and shout "Order!Order!"&lt;br /&gt;They always laughed together&lt;br /&gt;"Ha ha ha ha"&lt;br /&gt;"Hee hee hee hee"&lt;br /&gt;"ha ha ha hee hee hee"&lt;br /&gt;"heh ha heh ha"(Donkey??)&lt;br /&gt;I was silently wondering if it was some laughter therapy(Can't they stick to the beach/park?") or mebbe some experiment on their vocal chords.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought process was interrupted.Food!!I attacked,gobbled,swallowed.Who cares about table manners?My dad and brother were doin the same.But my mom!! I do not know from where my mom gets all the energy.She has this habit of commenting non-stop on the food when we eat out.She has to say a word about the ingredients used and not used. Usually I pitch in and give my expert culinary comments but I kept my head almost burried in the plate.The food kept me busy.But I made up for it later.We discussed pickles all the way back home.&lt;br /&gt;Cawliflower pickle was what I liked the most.I learnt not to gape at Andhra pickles when my Telugu roomie in college introduced me to Drumstick pickles.But still,Cawliflower pickle is something exotic!&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached home.&lt;br /&gt;Aah!And I don't think Ill want to repeat this routine again.These things never work!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-111806181518513546?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/111806181518513546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=111806181518513546&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111806181518513546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111806181518513546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/06/eating-out.html' title='Eating out!'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-111754483333936139</id><published>2005-05-31T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T06:07:13.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calvin wins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50497426@N00/16635561/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="ch-hug640" src="http://photos10.flickr.com/16635561_dc1f0af2a7_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a big comic fan.When I was in school I used to look forward to train travels so I could read Chacha Chowdhary.Never found that particular one in book stores or libraries.Only in the railway stations.Not that it was great or anything.But back then it was.&lt;br /&gt;Archies were a favourite too.However beyond a point you get bored with them.&lt;br /&gt;And now its Canvin n Hobbes.Nothing to beat it..This guy just rocks!!&lt;br /&gt;There are two things (in fact the only two things) I read in the paper..One is calvin and the other is my daily horoscope :-)&lt;br /&gt;And Calvin is not just a comic.It can never be read like a book.&lt;br /&gt;I can only read a strip a day.Cos it always has a message for me.And I notice it influences the rest of my day too.&lt;br /&gt;More about Calvin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theheartofgold.org/jumpstation/links.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-111754483333936139?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/111754483333936139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=111754483333936139&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111754483333936139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111754483333936139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/05/calvin-wins.html' title='Calvin wins'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-111695608687711848</id><published>2005-05-24T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T21:00:06.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last week my parents decided to go to Madras.I was goin to stay here.&lt;br /&gt;I was all excited..some independance wud do me good :-)&lt;br /&gt;However my parents thought it wouldn't be safe for me to be alone and left my kid cousin bro with me.As if hes gonna do some dishum dishum if we are attacked my thieves..Anyways I was not all that disappointed.How much trouble can a kid cause?oh boy!Was I wrong?&lt;br /&gt;These three days without my mom has been crazy.I was strictly told that I was supposed to cook as my cousin might fall sick if he eats food from outside.&lt;br /&gt;The first day I got up really early and decided to make dosa. I was totally sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin followed me around to the kitchen.. He stood next to me and was giving a running commentary on whatever I was doing.Every now and then he would give me a disapproving look and say "tch tch..my mom nevvvverrr does it that way"..The third time he said that I wanted to spank him.However that didn't seem an intelligent thing to do so I stopped with a glare and somehow succeeded in shooing him away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Usually I cook well..as in er.. I can make something edible.I do not know what happened that day,the dosa was attached to the pan like its stuck with superglue or something.I lost my patience.Finally the dosa tasted good..but only thing was that it didn't have an appealing shape.I was gettin late and there was nothing else I could do.So I took it to him like it was.He just kept staring at it and asked me very innocently "edhu enna eppadi erukku?".I was quite ready for that one and told him confidently its supposed to be scrambled dosa..something like kothu parota..and i also told him that u get it only in saravana bhavan..Analysing the whole thing now i feel i shudve cut out the saravana bhavan stuff.. (When am I goin to learn?)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways my mom called at that time and talked to my cus.He promptly told the whole story along with the saravana bhavan stuff.Telephone conversation ended in me hearing a lecture.Even the lecture was ok,am quite used to it.But when my when my mom finally said "En de paavam kozhandhaya(!!) emathara?" ("Dont fool the poor child") I felt "Why me?" Rest of the day I felt like a crook!!&lt;br /&gt;That evening after all this I really needed to destress myself and had to watch a movie.I picked "When Harry met Sally" I assumed he would go to sleep early and I can watch it peacefully.I dunno why my planning always flops..&lt;br /&gt;It was ten in the night and he was still wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;I thought big deal,I would watch the movie.I told him to stop his WWF.He agreed immediately.I thought to myself..mebbe hes a sweet boy after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ive never regretted anything in my life like watching the movie that day. I couldn't handle his questions!!I wanted to burst out laughing at whatever he was asking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But ofcourse I couldn't .I switched it half way and back to WWF..much more safer!&lt;br /&gt;Hope I just survive this week without any disasters!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and how I miss my mom! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-111695608687711848?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/111695608687711848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=111695608687711848&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111695608687711848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111695608687711848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/05/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-111599390802324699</id><published>2005-05-13T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T06:55:46.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50497426@N00/13691193/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos11.flickr.com/13691193_c85a5208e9_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50497426@N00/13691193/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/50497426@N00/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;prabha_blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't believe its weekend already!I noticed something er..funny just now.I searched for the word "Korangu"(means Monkey in Tamil) in google and guess what!The first result it displays is my blog ..sheesh!!of all things... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb036" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I cant even remember writing about monkeys!!I felt better only after seeing the next result-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lazygeek.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lazygeek's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is me wishing you all a great weekend.Party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb045_ZSzeb036" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb045&amp;amp;pp=ZSzeb036" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-111599390802324699?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/111599390802324699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=111599390802324699&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111599390802324699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111599390802324699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-weekend.html' title='Happy Weekend!'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-111582030822936902</id><published>2005-05-11T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T07:18:05.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madras nalla Madras..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*Just got back from Madras.And it was such a lovely trip.I must say that the weather was not my preferred best.oh boy!was it hot?Anyways its not like am not used to it..Still if only the weather had been good , atleast tolerable in Madras...ok *ahem* will stop here about the weather.&lt;br /&gt;*Went to this place called Murugan idli in Besant Nagar.It turned out to be a big disappointment, after all the build up and the mouth watering descriptions by my cousins.Then after some research found out that their TNagar center is supposed to be good..hmm must try it the next time&lt;br /&gt;*Watched chandramukhi again..and confirmed that there is no ghost in the movie(I think I have gone crazy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*Caught up with my school friend, whom I met after 2 years.There is something about certain people.It feels the same even if you haven't met them for ages.We split this very choclaty chocolate icecream between us and it just lay there forgotten.Finally it melted and became a mess.Somehow gulped it down.It tasted like Bournvita (yuck!!)&lt;br /&gt;We talked about so many things- arranged &amp; love marriage,sai baba &amp;amp; God , techies,job changes,onsite opportunities ,Palghat Iyers and Tam Brahms, Madras &amp; Bangalore,chandramukhi ,Rajini,Kamal and it was already time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;*Went to the beach.Felt like half of Madras was out there.It was awesome. Though I ended up having Tsunami nightmares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Picked up this amazing Mp3-Instrumentals of Ilayaraja and ARR songs..Has about 100 songs.I dont have to say how good it is.There was this particular piece from the movie Singara Velan which I kept playing over and over ,at home, for god only knows how long .And finally my dad glared at me and told me something which can be translated as "It will be kind of you, if you can put if off" and I assure you its definetely not polite .Had to hear a lecture too and something about not helping my mom in the kitchen.Wanted to tell him that I was actually doing her a favour by not helping .Anyways decided not to and stopped the music.&lt;br /&gt;*Drove along the road to Pondicherry.Its lovely, especially if you can go in the evening.When I have enough money I should buy a house somewhere there.*sigh* Will that day ever come? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb045_ZSzeb036" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb045&amp;amp;pp=ZSzeb036" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-111582030822936902?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/111582030822936902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=111582030822936902&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111582030822936902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111582030822936902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/05/madras-nalla-madras.html' title='Madras nalla Madras..'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-111522087479961625</id><published>2005-05-04T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T07:52:12.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The way you make me feel..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50497426@N00/12480690/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="untitled" src="http://photos7.flickr.com/12480690_cd262e1368_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I opened the door.I had no idea the weather outside was so beautiful.The wind was blowing in light waves. It was comfortably chill. The smell of mud was intoxicating.It was about to rain.&lt;br /&gt;I thought how I loved the rain.&lt;br /&gt;I started walking my way, towards home , lost in my thoughts wishing the rain would pour its heart out.A few more minutes and my wishes came true.&lt;br /&gt;I was soaked wet,my feet covered with slush.The streets were smelly.I hurried across the road.&lt;br /&gt;And I thought how I loved the rain.It stopped in sometime.&lt;br /&gt;Once home and after a steaming cup of coffee, I settled on the sofa wondering what I should that evening.I mentally made a list of things I had to do.I could finish the book I borrowed from my friend, practice my keyboard lessons, call my relatives , clean my cupboard.I finally reached for the TV remote.&lt;br /&gt;They say that rains make you feel blue.But it was the first time it did to me.&lt;br /&gt;Gloom settled around me .Its funny how you can suddenly start feeling lonely in a house full of people ,all around you, talkin to you..yet there is something quite not right about the whole scene.&lt;br /&gt;I was remembering those friends who I had somehow lost on my way to this day.I was missing all those times which seemed more fun and without reason too.Still...&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to stop these train of thoughts.But they wouldn't go away.&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes passed and I heard splattering on my roof.&lt;br /&gt;I went out to my balcony and watched the rain.&lt;br /&gt;I walked in few minutes later.Feeling Comforted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for my mood:It must have been love -by &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.roxette.org.ar/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roxette &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from the movie- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.movieforum.com/movies/titles/prettywoman/index.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty Woman &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lay a whisper on my pillow&lt;br /&gt;Leave the winter on the ground&lt;br /&gt;I wake up lonely,there's air of silence&lt;br /&gt;In the bedroom and all around&lt;br /&gt;Touch me now, I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And dream away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been love,&lt;br /&gt;but it's over now&lt;br /&gt;It must have been good,&lt;br /&gt;but I lost it somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been love,&lt;br /&gt;but it's over now&lt;br /&gt;From the moment we touched&lt;br /&gt;till the time had run out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make believing we're together&lt;br /&gt;That I'm sheltered by your heart&lt;br /&gt;But in and outside I turn to water&lt;br /&gt;Like a teardrop in your palm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's a hard winter's day&lt;br /&gt;I dream away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been love,&lt;br /&gt;but it's over now&lt;br /&gt;It was all that I wanted,&lt;br /&gt;now I'm living without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been love,&lt;br /&gt;but it's over now&lt;br /&gt;It's where the water flows,&lt;br /&gt;it's where the wind blows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-111522087479961625?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/111522087479961625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=111522087479961625&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111522087479961625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111522087479961625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/05/way-you-make-me-feel.html' title='The way you make me feel..'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-111478912221553373</id><published>2005-04-29T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T08:38:42.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sachin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50497426@N00/11474305/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos6.flickr.com/11474305_76fe1f7818_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;picture from nowrunning.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Story Outline - 80% Kushi and some telugu movies and there you have Sachin!&lt;br /&gt;Comedy -Thaangala!!&lt;br /&gt;The Cast- Dunno why Bipashu Basu is there..Dont even know whether shes a student or a lecturer in the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Genelia tries very hard to act like Jyothika.&lt;br /&gt;And her dialogue delivery?too good..wow and what dialogues..She can write a book on -How to say "Shut up " in 100 ways&lt;br /&gt;Really prefer not to comment about Vijay..&lt;br /&gt;Songs- Fast forward&lt;br /&gt;Question in my mind after the movie-Do people really fall in love this way?!&lt;br /&gt;Edhula philosophy mela philosophy about love in the movie!!!&lt;br /&gt;Word of advice - Kindly avoid&lt;br /&gt;And the one who recommended this movie has it from me! &lt;/span&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/9483607-111478912221553373?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/111478912221553373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=111478912221553373&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111478912221553373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111478912221553373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/04/sachin.html' title='Sachin!'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-111444015668691608</id><published>2005-04-25T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T07:06:11.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chandramukhi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Atlast gotto watch Chandramukhi this weekend :) I won't feel left out anymore&lt;br /&gt;*Jyothika was the biggest mistake of the movie!!&lt;br /&gt;It was like Malika Sherawat doing the classic amma role..The least she could have done was hone her dancing skills...&lt;br /&gt;Especially if you have seen Shobana in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rediff.com/movies/2003/sep/03sda2.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Manichithrathazu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;,the malayalam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;version of the movie.Shobana's dance in the end is beautiful..and she's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;simple stunning.Why am I even comparing Shobana and Jyothika?!&lt;br /&gt;However,Jo tries her best to scare us with her big eyes...and succeeds in looking like a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;*I was delighted to see my school time fav Vineeth in the movie *drool* but hes hardly there in the movie ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb036" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; just like Nayanthara..However Vadivelu is there..every frame..!!&lt;br /&gt;*The telugu song "ra , ra" in the movie is so sweet to listen to..No wonder Bharathiyar sang.."Sundara Theluginil...'&lt;br /&gt;*I have heard so much about how the Japanese love Rajini but I was nevertheless surprised to see so many Japanese in the queue for the tickets!!&lt;br /&gt;*For the ones who have watched the movie..they never explained how the clock,cups etc break in the first half of the movie?!or did I doze off when they did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb044_ZSzeb036" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb044&amp;amp;pp=ZSzeb036" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-111444015668691608?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/111444015668691608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=111444015668691608&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111444015668691608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111444015668691608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/04/chandramukhi.html' title='Chandramukhi'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-111357960423126693</id><published>2005-04-15T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T07:37:14.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunty Aur Babli</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bunty And Babli got along great from the day they met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bunty was in kerala all his life...until recently when fate brought him to Madras.&lt;br /&gt;Babli lived in Adam street in Mylapore,Madras.Pattu maami was the world to her.She was her mother,friend,guide..just about everything.She treated her like she was a little child..She would often cuddle and hug her...&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering why pattu maami named her "Babli" instead of some Gayathri or lakshmi.Thats bcos Babli was adopted when she was small.She was found on the streets lying helpless.Pattu maami ,a kind soul,took her in her arms and from then on she has been growing up in her house. Everything was fine in their little world until Bunty arrived.&lt;br /&gt;It was a hot day and Babli skipping in front of her house,noticed Bunty slowly walking down the street.Bunty was tall,dark and very handsome.He had greenish eyes.He would have looked evil if not for his cute little mustache.Babli on the other hand was very fair.She was quite a beauty.Well!Opposites do attract..&lt;br /&gt;Instant liking was what it was.They would meet everyday at a park near Babli's house and stand there talking.&lt;br /&gt;Can any love story be so right n easy?There has to be some confusion,some problem.So it was that Pattu maami hated Bunty.She could not stand the sight of him.Everytime he crossed her path she would mutter under her breath..and glare at him...But Bunty was a cool chap and he just shrugged it off..&lt;br /&gt;Bunty influenced Babli in many ways..Bunty loved sea food.Babli had never gone near it because pattu mami was strictly vegeterian and would cry "Shiva!Shiva!" at the smell of anything close to meat.One fine day,Bunty got some steaming hot fish curry for Babli to try and as luck would have it,Pattu maami walked into the park..and glared at them..Babli ran away while Bunty shaking could not hold on to the fish and dropped it on pattu maami.He stood there shocked. Pattu maami went wild and was disgusted.Hate grew even worse.&lt;br /&gt;Bunty found the place unsuitable for him and wanted to leave.He asked Babli if she would run away with him.She would not hear it.After all pattu maami cared so much for her and had brought her up to what she was today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Things kept going on this way when suddenly Babli fell ill one day.She lied curled up in her bed the whole day..This was the first day Bunty had stayed without seeing Babli.He kept roaming near her house hoping to get a glimpse of his sweet heart.But alas!!No such luck...He went to bed feeling lonely and miserable.He could not sleep.So he got up determined to see Babli somehow.He jumped the wall to her house and went to the back yard.He sat there thinking how to get in when suddenly he heard someone coughing.It was Pattu Maami!!He started cursing the gods...Pattu maami caught sight of his green eyes and screamed so loud that Bunty went nearly deaf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He sprinted out...Pattu maami's screams attracted the street dogs.They chased him and he could not escape their rabid bites..All for love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The next day Babli felt much better and came out and looked for Bunty here and there.She could not spot him and saw Pattu maami walking down the corridor.She meowed for milk.She was hungry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-111357960423126693?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/111357960423126693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=111357960423126693&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111357960423126693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111357960423126693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/04/bunty-aur-babli.html' title='Bunty Aur Babli'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-111344891742169230</id><published>2005-04-13T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T20:21:57.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing all of you a very very &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; and prosperous New year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Iniya Putthaandu Nal Vazhthukkal..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May this year be filled with sweet moments!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-111344891742169230?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/111344891742169230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=111344891742169230&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111344891742169230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111344891742169230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-111323123669608448</id><published>2005-04-11T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T07:58:48.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why oh Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I really do not know why...&lt;br /&gt;I have given it enough thought and I still do not know why Iam bored sick of Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;Inspite of its fantastic weather,and the unsalty colourless water..I still don't like the place.Its been just a year(not even a year) and yet..&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing much I can think of doing in Bangalore.I really can't walk up and down MG road Again!!Snake n Ladder with my neighbour's nasty kid sounds more appealing.&lt;br /&gt;Theres just the Cinema which seems like a better option.You can imagine the wonderous state Iam in if I watched some Telugu movie called "Soggadu " last Saturday..A language I dont understand and jhing ping colours I dont fancy too much.It was fun though.&lt;br /&gt;I even applied some reverse strategy..instead of thinking why I dont like Bangalore I even thought whats attracting me so much to madras(No I will never say Chennai)..Theres no long lost Boyfriend there..Most of my friends have left.There are a few special ones though..I miss the beach a lot..but after all this Tsunami..er..not that much.Mebbe its just my tailor..I never found another one like him here(and pls dont get me in the wrong sense here)&lt;br /&gt;And to think of it I used to hate standing in the queue for the yucky water.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..Inspite of all the sweating , the heat , the koovam , the dishum-dishum with the auto fellas..I simply love Madras.Its just more vibrant.And its home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-111323123669608448?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/111323123669608448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=111323123669608448&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111323123669608448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111323123669608448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/04/why-oh-why.html' title='Why oh Why?'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-111236101978815092</id><published>2005-04-01T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T05:20:27.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wondering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50497426@N00/7976083/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos5.flickr.com/7976083_12a283c390_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50497426@N00/7976083/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thinking monkety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/50497426@N00/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;prabha_blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This may sound silly..But I was just thinking..whats the word for male monkey and female monkey..hmm..Even in Tamil there are no two words..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Btw,Happy weekend!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-111236101978815092?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/111236101978815092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=111236101978815092&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111236101978815092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111236101978815092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-wondering.html' title='Just Wondering'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-111219124415014841</id><published>2005-03-30T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T05:12:59.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes..my Prince charming finally arrived and woke me up from my beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;So many things have happened....I feel outta touch and confused..too many things to blog about..Lemme start with what happened today..&lt;br /&gt;Something totally frustrating..But the experience is actually doing me some good..One thing my opinion about myself has improved..(once you finish reading this you'll definetely wonder what its gotto do with this..but never mind somethings in life can never be explained)&lt;br /&gt;So let me start from the beginning..I was out of town the past few days and my mobile was in roaming..All I did was send a few sms and make very few calls.... I got back yday and my credit in my mobile is completely gone..*gulp* It was quite unaffordable ..ok..I revived from the shock..and recharged it..and from then on I've not been able to send any sms..not that sms is like air and water to me but hey!..they charge us like crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;So from yday its been fight fight fight with the Customer "Care"..&lt;br /&gt;Customer Scare wud be more apt..&lt;br /&gt;I explained the problem once, twice, thrice..finally lost my patience..&lt;br /&gt;And then I gotto speak to this executive...I asked her name..&lt;br /&gt;she said some xyz...I said I needed her full name..I wanted to get back&lt;br /&gt;to her in case the problem was not fixed..and she was like xyz is my full name..I didnt quite understand..and said "Wha???dont u have initials, surname..something ??!!" and she actually said "No ma'm, I dont have any surname" I didnt know whether to laugh or cry..I was more than tempted to ask her if she fell from the sky..Then thot it wudnt sound all that appropriate..She could have atleast made up some surname..!!&lt;br /&gt;And there was this other person who just cut the line half way while I was&lt;br /&gt;complaining..I could practically hear her asking the guy next to her&lt;br /&gt;"psst..can I hang up..??" and then Bang....*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely crappy service!!&lt;br /&gt;Now its more than 24hrs since I complained..and still no action&lt;br /&gt;Iam seriously contemplating if I shud just chuck my sim card&lt;br /&gt;in the trash..&lt;br /&gt;But that means giving up..NO WAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-111219124415014841?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/111219124415014841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=111219124415014841&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111219124415014841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111219124415014841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-hell.html' title='What the hell?!!'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-111046303803172068</id><published>2005-03-10T05:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T06:43:07.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; WIDTH: 245px; HEIGHT: 204px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50497426@N00/6248983/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos4.flickr.com/6248983_449a4a2ead_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50497426@N00/6248983/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;smileycat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/50497426@N00/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;prabha_blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wow!What a day..ok..Nothing great happened..It was just one of those days which leaves you with a very contented feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I just have two big missions to accomplish every day.&lt;br /&gt;One is getting up on time.&lt;br /&gt;Yes !I suffer from the opposite of insomnia(I dunno whats it called...blame it on my ignorance)&lt;br /&gt;So today shockingly I was up early.Getting up on time really does leave you with a nice feeling..i.e if you do it once in a while I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Then Mission 2..this is really my Mission impossible.15-20 mins of torture..Crossing the road to my office.Iam the kind(mebbe theres no one else of this kind) who is practically terrified to cross the road..RoadCrossophobia!!I look like Iam stranded in the middle of some Formula1 racing track..I just keep gaping at all the trucks and cars and maatu vandis(even they seem to whiz)whizzing past me...When there are no vehicles coming from the left they are coming from the right and when nothing from the right then from the left...oh god!!will it ever stop??&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* When are we going to learn to respect pedestrians anyways?.I usually tag along with someone who is also crossing and *phew*.&lt;br /&gt;But today!!&lt;br /&gt;I had no problem at all..Not even a minute and I was across.. I was almost hifi ing in the air..&lt;br /&gt;Then entered office anticipating loads of work.And surprise surprise I had almost nothing to do for the day.So I was exploring all the smilies on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Smiley Central&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.. top to bottom.oh boy!Was that fun? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb036" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Whip" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_2_111v.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the cutest smiley..er..emoticon Ive ever seen!!&lt;br /&gt;Then perfect ending to perfect day.I had this dessert called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deccanherald.com/deccanherald/apr102004/metro9.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Missisiippi Mud pie"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (am sure Ive spelt it wrong)It definetely doesnt taste like mud..not that Ive tasted much of mud in the last mebbe 20 years..&lt;br /&gt;But it was totally awesome.It wasnt only the ice cream but the way they had presented the whole thing.The plate was dusted which chocolate and there was a saying on it too.Ultimately ended up eating the whole thing saying and all.Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I shud just chill with a movie.&lt;br /&gt;A day like this in a week..or even once is 2 weeks is more than enuf to destress you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-111046303803172068?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/111046303803172068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=111046303803172068&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111046303803172068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/111046303803172068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/03/perfect-day.html' title='Perfect Day!'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-110940942365135005</id><published>2005-02-26T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T07:46:37.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood swings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The error message on my screen was glaring at me .I was glaring back at it with equal force.If anybody had been watching us both(me and the bug) at that moment..they wudve probably exclaimed "sabaash!!seriyaana potti".I was chewing my nails like Ive been starving for days.Never have I cursed like this in my life before.&lt;br /&gt;Guess you can imagine my very mad bad mental state.*grrr*Anger!!Frustration!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was then that I decided to put on some music.And my!!Must say its real magic..It completely reversed my mood!!Anger,frustration ..po ye pochu..poi indhi..Its gone!!&lt;br /&gt;The particular song I was listening to was "Thank you" by Dido..Soothing is the right word.&lt;br /&gt;And then after that thought konjam namma songs kekalaam..nothing to beat Ilayaraja' music!!!&lt;br /&gt;I just have no words to describe it..some of his songs..it completely mesmerizes u...&lt;br /&gt;takes u to a different world..appadi dhaan naanum for sometime went away from my bug world..(mannichikonga my thanglish) It just lay there forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;then realised edhu velai kaagaadhu..so put on some very non distracting music..u know.. its just there but u actually dont listen to it..It was Britney spear's "Baby one more time"..er hey brit!!we know u r completely turned on..if u try to do that effect li'l more ur throat is gonna tear!!&lt;br /&gt;How can anybody enjoy this music?It totally gets on to my nerves...Die hard fans of her, my heart felt apologies!!but iam sorry Iam simply not able to appreciate it as mujick!!hmph..&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I have been listening to the theme music of Punnagai mannan the whole day today.Guess I wudve replayed it a zillion times.Its still playing in my head.It sorta feels like how ull feel when ur crush talked to u the first time *smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ok!Guess turning it off will do some good to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-110940942365135005?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/110940942365135005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=110940942365135005&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/110940942365135005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/110940942365135005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/02/mood-swings.html' title='Mood swings'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-110923876921371363</id><published>2005-02-24T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T02:06:19.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh out Loud!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thru out the day I kept getting fwds about the NASA exam and the UP guy!!This one was a welcome change..!!Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten most stupid questions people generally ask in obvious situations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At the movies: When you meet acquaintances/friends...&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Question:- Hey, what are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:- Don't u know, I sell tickets in black over here.. ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In the bus: A heavy lady wearing pointed high-heeled shoes steps onyour feet...&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Question:- Sorry, did that hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:- No, not at all, I'm on local anesthesia.....why don't you try again.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. At a funeral: One of the teary-eyed people ask..&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Question:- Why, why him, of all people?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:- Why? Would it rather have been you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. At a restaurant: When you ask the waiter ..&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Question:- Is the "Butter Paneer Masala" good??&lt;br /&gt;Answer:- No, its terrible and made of adulterated cement. We occasionally also spit in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. At a family get-together: When some distant aunt meets you after years&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Question:-Munna,Chickoo, you've become so big.&lt;br /&gt;Answer:- Well you haven't particularly shrunk yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When a friend announces her wedding, and you ask...&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Question:- Is the guy you're marrying good?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:- No, he's a miserable wife- beating ,insensitive lout...it's just the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When you get woken up at midnight by a phone call...&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Question:- Sorry.. were you sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:- No. I was doing research on whether the Zulu tribes in Africa marry or not. You thought I was sleeping.... you dumb witted moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When you see a friend/colleague with evidently shorter hair...&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Question:- Hey have you had a haircut?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:- No, its autumn and I'm shedding......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. At the dentist when he's sticking pointed objects in your mouth...&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Question:- Tell me if it hurts?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:- No it wont. It will just bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You are smoking a cigarette and a cute woman in your office asks...&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Question:- Oh, so you smoke.?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:- Gosh, it's a miracle ............it was a piece of chalk and now it's in flames!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-110923876921371363?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/110923876921371363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=110923876921371363&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/110923876921371363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/110923876921371363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/02/laugh-out-loud.html' title='Laugh out Loud!!'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-110830947241223178</id><published>2005-02-13T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T06:06:25.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cubicle life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its been a year since I got into this whole cubicle thing.Wuz just thinking how much it really gets to you..slowly.It has its many effects.You start changing and you are really not aware of it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Like, I just started realising how much more comfortable Iam when conversing thru mails n chat..the virtual stuff..I am quite not the same when talkin er..face to face..or on the phone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All I can seem to get out of my mouth is Hello,Hi,oohh!!,oh,and bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is what happened sometime back..a friend of mine..we regularly keep exchanging mails..and suddenly friend's face pops near my desk..And one look at my face n straight about turn!!I was left wondering..then I just waved it off... After sometime a mail arrives.. and it said ..."What was that expression on your face when I came to your desk..Guess u didnt like me coming..hmph"...I was totally @#$%#..&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what my face showed or didnt show.That was when I suddenly started wishing for emoticons..How much more easier it wudve been!!I cudve just showed one of those EEs ..I mean this :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And then comes the other things.My dad asks "Enna..Kalyanathukku paakalama??" And I go like "Eppo vendam paa" (like everyone else)&lt;br /&gt;My dad shows the eye to my mom and she comes slowly behind me..and says "Boyfriend love nnu edhuvum ellaye?" with that worried "Guruvayurappa!!Show my daughter the right path" look on her face..and the only answer I can give to that is "Ehhh??"..&lt;br /&gt;Er..Hello..How do I make my parents understand that with my kinda social life which is practically non existant..the only way Ill end up with a boy friend is if he is downloadable..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life just seems to revolve around my cubicle.Its kinda addictive in some ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You dont really feel like getting out.&lt;br /&gt;One year has done this to me..I just hope things dont become any worser.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways Belated &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy Valentines Day&lt;/span&gt; !! :) I could not resist using the pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-110830947241223178?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/110830947241223178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=110830947241223178&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/110830947241223178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/110830947241223178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/02/cubicle-life.html' title='Cubicle life'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-110778516820619678</id><published>2005-02-07T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T06:31:45.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50497426@N00/4406333/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/4406333_0e7f952c9c_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50497426@N00/4406333/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/50497426@N00/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;prabha_blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indiaglitz.com/channels/hindi/article/13039.html"&gt;Black&lt;/a&gt; is awesome.Let me talk about Rani first.She has done a wonderful job.Rani has expressed pain, joy, love and pride so beautifully.Hats off to her.She brings tears to your eyes many times during the movie.She will definetely win many awards for this.And Amitabh too.I should say that it is one of his best movies.Too bad people are going to talk more about Rani.I just hope he gets equally noticed too.They both have lived the characters.And not only Rani ,Amitabh, but everyone in the movie.The characters just pass on what they feel to you.The woman who plays Rani's mother is great too!There is this scene when mother and child meet after a span of 20 days of separation.The joy in the mother's eyes is so evident..every expression is captured beautifully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The movie itself is very different..Its about a girl who is blind n deaf and how her teacher changes her life and she his.I wouldn't want to say anything more than this.Its quite a short film.And its so unlike any other Sanjay Leela Bhansali movie.It hardly has any colour in it except of course Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The best thing about the movie is that when you leave the movie hall u dont feel bad and sympathise physically handicapped people.Rather makes you feel that anything is possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Very touching.Esp for me since the previous movie I watched was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thirupaachi ,this was like water in the desert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah!there will be some who might not like it too.Its kinda arty and more like a documentary.It doesnt have the least bit of commercialism.So if you expect something with comedy and romance and girls dancing around in skimpy clothes then Black is not the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-110778516820619678?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/110778516820619678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=110778516820619678&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/110778516820619678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/110778516820619678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/02/black_07.html' title='Black..'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-110753108164400577</id><published>2005-02-04T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T07:48:32.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do men smoke...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;..And note when I say I only men..I mean in public places.And the no of women smokers (in India) is so less that it is negligible.So the question is quite fair.&lt;br /&gt;I think men like to smoke especially in public places.They would never get that kick if they had to sneak in to their bathrooms with a cig.This is the only reason I see.Its what they call bundha,style...makes them feel like a stud.Its got more to do with the psychology.How much can some tobacco make a person feel better?I dont think it even gets you high!!&lt;br /&gt;Its especially irritating when people smoke in public places which is quite high in Bangalore.Like the other day..Iam sure I wudve smoked an entire beedi(of all things!!)...Zillion thanks to the old man walking in front of me..Would always reappear how much ever I tried dodging.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.click2quit.co.uk/why_quit/WQ01ii.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cigarette smoking is injurious to health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" and atleast smoking in public places is totally unfair..to the smoker and the people around also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:If I have insulted smoking....and you were offended by that..my deep apologies..Its only to due to my lack of experience and was not intentional :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-110753108164400577?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/110753108164400577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=110753108164400577&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/110753108164400577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/110753108164400577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/02/why-do-men-smoke.html' title='Why do men smoke...?'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-110649695583887763</id><published>2005-01-23T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T07:52:18.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirupaachi..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 252px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50497426@N00/3742384/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.flickr.com/3742384_3cf88b5383_m.jpg" width="167" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50497426@N00/3742384/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thirupaachi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/50497426@N00/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;prabha_blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ive never seen such a bad movie.&lt;br /&gt;The movie is more or less like dhool.Village guy comes to city,can't stand the akramam and arajagam going on and decides to kill all the rowdies in the city.The main motive behind this is to make chennai clean and green for his darling sis to live happily in chennai with her hubby.wowie!!what paasam..!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nothing in the movie is bearable -the storyline,music absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;And the lyrics ...Oh my god!!...Thrisha uses all possible adjectives (also nouns) on Vijay.. One song goes like this..&lt;br /&gt;"Vaada vaada supermarkettu" (huh??okkay!)&lt;br /&gt;"Vaada vaada waterpackettu"(Did she just say water packet?)&lt;br /&gt;"Vaada vaada kempakattu"(wha???)&lt;br /&gt;"Vaada vaada keerai kattu"(D'uh?I gave up here)&lt;br /&gt;And another one is picturised this way..Vijay and Thrisha sport different costumes..u know like cowboy cowgirl etc etc...Suddenly Vijay starts off like Eminem..Rap.."Oh my kadavule,Oh my kadavule"(ull also exclaim that while watching it)This song was the worst.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously elayathalapathi Vijay!!Lungi and silk chattai is more ur kind.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The movie has a lot of unintended comedy in it..you can find them all over the movie...&lt;br /&gt;Like all the rowdies in the movie have funny prefixes to their names.."Pataasu balu"(??) "Paan parag ravi"(???) and "saniyan sagadai"(!*&amp;amp;*#$!!?) ..Rowdies can also have normal names....I dunno why theyve to make up their names like some Harry Potter characters!!I understand there has to be some exaggeration..adhukkunu eppadiya?? Even the dishum dishum scenes in the latter half are totally crazy.They remind you more of computer shooting games.&lt;br /&gt;And as usual they have all kinds of hero dialogues made up for Vijay which will make u roll over and laugh till your stomach hurts.His dialogue delivery is horrible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the scenes between him and his sis is all so phony,sickeningly sweet... *groan*&lt;br /&gt;Thrisha is by far the best part of the movie.She is cute and pretty as ever.But she hardly has any role and all her dialogues also sound stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Definetely must avoid movie.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you are drowning in the sea of boredom its better to just lie in the water and rot.If this movie ever crosses your mind....squash,burn, and tear up that idea.&lt;br /&gt;Three hours of total torture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-110649695583887763?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/110649695583887763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=110649695583887763&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/110649695583887763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/110649695583887763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/01/thirupaachi_23.html' title='Thirupaachi..'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-110630971361527095</id><published>2005-01-21T04:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T04:17:21.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know English?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I dunno if this is an old one..Got this as a fwd recently.. found it good...So try it if uve nt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Can you decipher this into plain English and try to match it with another incident that all of us already know of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A research team proceeded towards the apex of a natural geologic protuberance, the purpose of their expedition being the procurement of a sample of fluid hydride of oxygen in a large vessel, the exact size of which was unspecified. One member of the team precipitously descended, sustaining severe damage to the upper cranial portion of his anatomical structure; subsequently the second member of the team performed a self-rotational translation oriented in the same direction taken by the first team member.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-110630971361527095?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/110630971361527095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=110630971361527095&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/110630971361527095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/110630971361527095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/01/do-you-know-english.html' title='Do you know English?'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-110623360547546955</id><published>2005-01-20T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T07:23:49.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serial Killer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50497426@N00/3576322/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; WIDTH: 184px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; HEIGHT: 196px" height="215" alt="" src="http://photos1.flickr.com/3576322_ce1a353ef9_m.jpg" width="176" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50497426@N00/3576322/"&gt;Annamalai...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/50497426@N00/"&gt;prabha_blog&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Atlast the much awaited day is around the corner..Looks like Annamalai is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; finally comin to The End :) After months of torture..Freedom!!Its totally out of my understanding..how my mom manages to sit thru an episode!!!!#*%# Not a single day has gone by without me whining the same thing "edha poi eppadi maa paakara?Thank goodness for weekends..They were there to save me from my plight...&lt;br /&gt;And the thing is that this craziness has not caught only maamis(as they generally say)..This seems to be independent of age, gender and what not...&lt;br /&gt;I was dumb found when I heard one of my friend's ring tone..aah....u'll never guess...Metti Oli's title song..I was left totally speechless...oh Boy!Did it take a long time for me to recover from a shock like thaat..&lt;br /&gt;Do people really enjoy watching these things?Full of back stabbing(front stabbing too),child abuse,extra marital affairs,sothhu sandai...and every possible nameable,unnameable misery in the face of earth...I really want to know their motive behind watching these...Does it inspire people.. even in a teeny weeny way?ugh!!!&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I dont have to go thru with this again...I Pray that this wont repeat... And I know am askin for too much here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-110623360547546955?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/110623360547546955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=110623360547546955&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/110623360547546955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/110623360547546955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/01/serial-killer.html' title='Serial Killer'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-110587109983982165</id><published>2005-01-16T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T06:30:56.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mohan Bhargava </title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50497426@N00/3419341/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/3419341_8f4be303c4_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50497426@N00/3419341/"&gt;swades&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/50497426@N00/"&gt;prabha_blog&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really enjoyed Sharukh's movie after a long time..His role in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nowrunning.com/cgi-bin/movies/swades.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Swades &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;is his best till date..Me thinks he shud stop doing his usual lover boy roles..And he looks simply wow in Swades..Simple clothes and sincere eyes..&lt;br /&gt;He is even in my dreams..&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lazygeek.net/archives/2004/10/07/swades_music_for_we_the_people.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;music in the film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;..Need I say a word about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-110587109983982165?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/110587109983982165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=110587109983982165&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/110587109983982165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/110587109983982165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/01/mohan-bhargava.html' title='Mohan Bhargava '/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-110587018241211056</id><published>2005-01-16T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T02:23:52.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlast...</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/prabhablogs"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlast I have sat down to blog....Laziness is a nice feeling for sometime..and after a while ur mind starts nagging u.."Do something..Do something.." hmm..yday's newspaper carried an article on laziness..It said that lazy people live longer lives..Am I pleased to hear that...Theres a lot of joy in doing nothing..as I said for a while..&lt;br /&gt;hmm..Its sunday again..And tomo back to same old routine....Is there something like a job which pays u well and u enjoy it completely too?As in u shud be like..."Its finally Monday!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Recently I was reading this book "&lt;a href="http://www.wayneandtamara.com/whatshouldidowithmylife.htm"&gt;What should I do with my life&lt;/a&gt;?" by Po Bronson..It was really interesting.Its about people who have left highly paid and u know the regular to do out of the way stuff cos they really enjoy it..It talks about investment bankers who have quit to do something like poultry farming...&lt;br /&gt;But how in the world does one know what theyll really enjoy..?After a point anything becomes boring....Anyways the book was inspiring and has raised definetely my hopes slightly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-110587018241211056?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/110587018241211056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=110587018241211056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/110587018241211056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/110587018241211056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2005/01/atlast.html' title='Atlast...'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-110239529247329922</id><published>2004-12-06T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T21:10:19.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tv...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why does tv seem boring nowadays?All I seem to be doing while watchin(or not watchin) TV is change channels...The best channel defintely is National Geographic..and it sure doesnt seem to be having any competition..Worst in line...MTV...I dunno why they call it MTV still????They hardly play any music..Its always an item girl song..Mostly sophia with hardly any clothes on......And now to top it all...they even have a serial!!!By Balaji telefilms..D uh????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ktv plays some good music in the night..er..better to be specific here..between 10-11 after the movie...but their sense of song sequence is pathetic...like yday they were playin some nice ilayaraja songs...i wuz like..aah..atlast something nice to watch..and suddenly a bald sathyaraj pops out.. veshti and all..followed by loads of similarly clad men..heights of disappointment :(((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think SS music is quite ok..The show at 9:30 in the night is good...atleast they play songs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really miss the SCV channel we get in Madras...Only songs..No blah blah..no stupid interviews :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope to locate some cable guy who'll give me this channel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-110239529247329922?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/110239529247329922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=110239529247329922&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/110239529247329922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/110239529247329922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2004/12/tv.html' title='tv...'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483607.post-110233501192240133</id><published>2004-12-06T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T04:44:08.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another lousy weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sat was at work..And sunday was Forum(they say its a mall .....er basically just a crowded place)..I seriously wonder if half or entire Bangalore is at Forum during weekends...Went to McDonald's..was kinda impressed I shud say..Amazing service!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;They are really quick..Lookin at the size of the queue(is the spellin right?..anyways)we were really hesitant..then we just decided to try it out..but they were so fast..we were with our burgers in no time..and i liked the food too..considering my impression about burgers(tea kadai bun with vadai in between!!yuck!!)Then once done with our burgers went to a friends place.....had a good time...which reminded me of my hostel days and ended up feeling nostalgic and wondering abt a lot of things..Then headed home with a lot of difficulty..as usual no auto...waited waited and waited..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and got one finally 11/2 charge..that didnt come as a big suprise....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once home...In the balcony with earphones..some good music..gentle breeze..hmmmm best part of the day...I shud say.. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then tried reading Da Vinci code for sometime..Cudnt keep my eyes open..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;slept with the "shit its monday tomo" feeling...and thinkin abt why my weekend was lousy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I finally concluded and consoled myself that weekdays are much better than weekends..Atleast we get the simple pleasures in life during weekdays..like when the new mail icon flashes (even though its gonna be the same old lifecycle of a software engg fwd..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and yea..I hate sunday nights more than Monday mornings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywayz..it will be weekend soon again..Sigh...Time definetely flies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483607-110233501192240133?l=ihavegivenup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/feeds/110233501192240133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483607&amp;postID=110233501192240133&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/110233501192240133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483607/posts/default/110233501192240133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavegivenup.blogspot.com/2004/12/weekend.html' title='Weekend...'/><author><name>Prabha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514930062117573929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
