<?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-21583117</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:30:57.637-07:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='story'/><category term='Emotions'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Charity'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Food'/><category term='information'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Entertainment'/><category term='Matrimonial'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='love'/><category term='Health'/><title type='text'>Rainbow</title><subtitle type='html'>Mixture of colours in my life mostly on the brighter side..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21583117.post-8553739928872949583</id><published>2007-07-13T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T05:30:45.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='information'/><title type='text'>Password....</title><content type='html'>For all thsoe who were in crushes and infactuations before Marriage  This is defeinitely a useful post :D..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramya was about to leave office after finishing her work. She got a call from her husband Karthi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAMYA(R): "Hello, yes Karthi".&lt;br /&gt;KARTHI(K): "Ramya, can you open my gmail and get a print out of the mail from that US consultant I forgot to take it in my office"&lt;br /&gt;(R): "Yes, I can, I need your password"&lt;br /&gt;(K): "jeni22091980"&lt;br /&gt;(R): "Ok fine" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes the print out and logs out. Some thought struck her mind now. &lt;br /&gt;JENI happens to be his college mate. Hmmm..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She decides not to discuss this with Karthi, open her mail box and changes the password from &lt;br /&gt;"mohan143" to "karthiramya" and leaves for home. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Now what are u waiting for …………….. change your password  :D..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s : Thank god i don't have any name in my password :D..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-8553739928872949583?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/8553739928872949583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=8553739928872949583&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/8553739928872949583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/8553739928872949583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2007/07/password.html' title='Password....'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21583117.post-2160544266275374733</id><published>2007-06-20T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T07:16:05.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Mystery managed</title><content type='html'>Disc : My first attempt to develop a &lt;a href="http://mugamudi.blogspot.com/2007/06/as-you-like-it.html"&gt;plot&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev slowly hung up the phone and contemplated the conversation he had just had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice on the other end seemed to have been distorted as if it was talked through some electronic scrambling device, gravelly and rough, but most of all, urgent. The man had told Sanjeev to maintain top most secrecy with the information. And right now, only Sanjeev needed to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a mission of the utmost importance he had been charged with, and from the tone of the voice, Sanjeev knew: failure was not an option. Though he had only been working in this office for only one month, he understood how serious this man was. The man needed his help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev was recollecting the conversation with the Major, " Sanjeev,  We have got a encoded message just now from our agent and we needed to encode it within 2 hrs. I suspect this to be a msg on terrorist attack. The conspiracy of this matter is very important as it is rated as top most secrecy. I expect you to  be at my office within 30 Minutes and the earlier we resolve the more time we have to stop the disaster from happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev reported Major Khanna at 07:00 hrs.. Major showed him the piece of the encryted messaged arrived. Major told " captain, now the computer is urs and i want the decryted message within 8:00 hrs as the issue is very sensitive and serious"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev know why this mission was entrusted to him. He has completed his specialisation in Crypotology. He looked at the code. The moment he saw that the realised that this level of encrytion is very high. This is a real challenge and he has to succeed to retain his position as crytologist in the army acadamy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started decrypting the code. The code when decrypted was giving various misleading information. At 8:59, the Major enters the office, "sanjeev have you got the message"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev was abt to talk when he heard a voice. very familiar voice, He couldn't believe how his mom had come to the academy " Sanjeev, ezhundiru da mani 8 aaga poradu, collegeukku late aradu. Vara vara thoongu munji aita. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-2160544266275374733?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/2160544266275374733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=2160544266275374733&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/2160544266275374733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/2160544266275374733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2007/06/mystery-managed.html' title='Mystery managed'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-1271093010285442471</id><published>2007-06-12T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:46:29.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eligible bachelor</title><content type='html'>Couldn't help posting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disc : You are reading thsi at your own risk. If anything happens to your english after reading this post, the blogger takes no responsibility :D..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An open letter from a Most Yeligible Bachellar from the South !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Madam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an olden young person living only with myself in Bangaloru. Having&lt;br /&gt;seen  your advertisement for marriage purposes, I decided to press myself&lt;br /&gt;on you and hope you will take me nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a soiled son from inside Karnataka. I am nice and big, six foot tall&lt;br /&gt;and  six inches long. My body is filled with hardness, as because I am&lt;br /&gt;working hardly. I am playing hardly also. Especially I like cricket and I&lt;br /&gt;am a  good batter and I am fast baller. Whenever I come running in for&lt;br /&gt;balling, other batters start running. Everybody is scared of my rapid&lt;br /&gt;balls that bounce a  lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very nice man. I am always laughing loudly at everyone. I am jolly. I &lt;br /&gt;am  gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially ladies, they are saying I am nice and soft. I am always giving&lt;br /&gt;respect to the ladies. I am always allowing ladies to get on top. That is&lt;br /&gt;how  nice I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not having any bad habits. I am not drinking and I am not sucking&lt;br /&gt;tobacco or anything else. Every morning I am going to the gym and I am&lt;br /&gt;pumping like anything. Daily I am pumping and pumping. If you want you can&lt;br /&gt;come and  see  how  much I am pumping the dumb belles in the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a lot of money in my pants and it is always open for you. I am&lt;br /&gt;such a nice man, but still I am living with myself only. What to do? So I&lt;br /&gt;am taking things into my own hands everyday. That is why I am pressing&lt;br /&gt;myself on  you, so that you will come in my house and take my things into&lt;br /&gt;your  hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are marrying me madam, I am telling you, I will be loving you very&lt;br /&gt;hard  every day. In fact, I will stop pumping dumb belles in the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not marrying me madam and not coming to me, I will press you&lt;br /&gt;and  press you until you come. So I am placing my head between your nicely&lt;br /&gt;smelling feet and looking up with lots of hope. I am waiting very badly&lt;br /&gt;for your reply and I am stiff with anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expecting soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours and only yours,&lt;br /&gt;C.S.V.L.T.Rao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-1271093010285442471?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/1271093010285442471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=1271093010285442471&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/1271093010285442471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/1271093010285442471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2007/06/eligible-bachelor.html' title='Eligible bachelor'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-6545165320879666777</id><published>2007-05-04T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:16:29.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Not tagged :). but..</title><content type='html'>This was a famous tag someitm before . Yesterday my friends had sent this to me and asked me to fill up.. so thought ore kallula rendu manga:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. FIRST NAME        Padmasri (a) Amma &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE        I don't think so :).. I know many people are named after me :D Padmasri awards u c:P.. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;3. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY        I don't like crying.. But at times tears just flow down. Do u call it crying:D &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;4. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING                When I write neatly  yes:D &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SANDWICH        veg cheese toasted sandwich :) &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;6. KIDS        I luv them:) &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;7. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU        Hmm.. Difficult question :).. That depends upon what type I would be if I become another person:) &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL        Blogspot:) &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;9. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT         A little :).. But just on the lighter side &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS        I think so :D &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;11. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP        I don't know.. But I would luv to do :D &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL        I don't like bland items :D &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;13. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF        Yep I do. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;14. DO YOU THINK YOU'RE STRONG        Yep.. I'm many a times.. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR        Mango :D &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;16. SHOE SIZE        7 or 8 (don't remember) &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;17. RED OR PINK        Pink &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF        Everything abt me I like. Otherwise I would have changed it :D &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;19. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST        All my luved ones  who r away frome me:).. Mainly my grandma whom I can't see any more.. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;20. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU        Yep &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING        Dark Blue jeans and sandal color sandals :D &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;22. LAST THING YOU ATE        Idly vada &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;23. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW        Keyboard noise &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;24. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE        Orange :D &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;25. FAVORITE SMELL        Smell of sand after rain :).. And smell of food when I am hungry :D &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;26. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE        My cousin &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;27. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO        Smile :) &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;28. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU        Rush.. She is a cute devil:) &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;29. FAVORITE DRINK        Mango milkshake &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;30. FAVORITE SPORT        Badminton &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;31. EYE COLOR        Brownish Black  pupil with white retina :D &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;32. HAT SIZE        Don't know :) &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;33. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS        I don't… &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;34. FAVORITE FOOD        Too many to mention :).. But I luv Onion kachori and Pani puri's from gangothree:) &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;35. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDING        off course happy endings:) &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;36. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED AT THE MOVIE THEATER        Unnanle unnale &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;37. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING        Light blue T shirt &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;38. SUMMER OR WINTER        Summer :) &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;39. HUGS OR KISSES        Hugs from and to all :).. Kiss from and to kids:D &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;40. FAVORITE DESSERT        That depends:).. Icecreams I just simply lvu them &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;41. WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND        I don't have any expectation &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;42. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND        Absolutely most of T15… &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;43. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING        Have to start First among equals ( only Archer's I haven't read yet) &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD        Mouse isn't obvious:P &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;45. WHAT DID YOU WATCH LAST NIGHT ON TV        I didn't watch TV Last night. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;46. FAVORITE SOUNDS        Kids laughter when u tickle them and off course when they speak :) &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;47. ROLLING STONE OR BEATLES        I don't like English songs:D &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;48. THE FURTHEST YOU'VE BEEN FROM HOME        Uttar pradesh.. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;49. WHERE AND WHEN WERE YOU BORN        Chennai and 1983  an angel was born &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;50. WHAT IS YOUR RELIGION        Hindu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-6545165320879666777?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/6545165320879666777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=6545165320879666777&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/6545165320879666777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/6545165320879666777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-tagged-but.html' title='Not tagged :). but..'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-8933185438640008805</id><published>2007-04-20T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T20:37:24.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>It happens....</title><content type='html'>Disc : My first attempt write a story . please bear with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anirudh was sitting quiet unusually. But what can you expect from a guy whose girl friend has told him moments before that she is leaving him. Nandhini being the one who told she loves him, now left him telling that whatever she had for him is not love and she has got the feelings for some other guy. His friends who were not used his silence, were expecting him to say something. But "I am not feeling well" was what all he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came back from office and entered home. For the past one year, the first thing he does after entering into home was calling her on mobile. His looked at his mobile for her no., but the No. was not there as he has deleted it. He thought "what's the use of the No." with a sad smile. The girl who was with him for the past two years in all his happy and sad moments, whom he has stated liking was gone, forever. They were preparing for the an exam for almost two years and nothing much has happened they both failed once and he doesn't have much hope this time either.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;His mother called him in his mobile&lt;br /&gt;she : "Sab kuch teek to hona beta". &lt;br /&gt;He (lied) : "haan ma". &lt;br /&gt;He used to tell every thing to her about this girl even the break up.&lt;br /&gt;She (worried) : " Tum teek to hona, Nahi to Papa se baat karke dekhen". &lt;br /&gt;He : " Nahi ma, Main sambaal lunga" &lt;br /&gt;He kept the phone. He didn't want his father also to be worried.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The door bell rang, his friend Deepak had come. Deepak was working with Anirudh and  he also knows about the reason for my silence. &lt;br /&gt;Deepak : "Yaar Anirudh kaisa hai tu"&lt;br /&gt;Anirudh : Mein teek hoon yaar&lt;br /&gt;Deepak : (empathatically) Yaar, Don't worry.. Whatever happens, happens for your good. Be sure that God would defeinitely have something better for you. Please ehsa mat raho yaar. I couldn't see that.&lt;br /&gt;Anirudh wanted to ask him "Why it always happens with me" yaar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also doesn't want to think about it any more for he had been drooling for the past 15 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepak was trying to engage a conversation with Anirudh, when his phone rang. Anirudh had been transferred to delhi. Anirudh had always wanted to be in delhi so that he can get the tuitions in a . It had been the known place for IAS aspirants. Something seems to be changing in him.. The transfer which was something equivalent to impossible till today seem to be happening.He couldn't really believe it. He started feeling god wants me to give the exam and keep his hope. Deepak told Anirudh " Yaar, see i told u know, bhagwan has stored something best for u".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Anirudh started believing him and the famous practice session of movie "ROCKY II" was coming on television and he tol "I won't quit. lets start prep again". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anirudh was going by train. A beautiful looking gal came sat. she started " Hi I'm Preetha sharma. I'm going to Nagpur , How abt u? ;)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anirudh's love train has never stopped since then. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-8933185438640008805?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/8933185438640008805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=8933185438640008805&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/8933185438640008805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/8933185438640008805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-happens.html' title='It happens....'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-1606773997915945461</id><published>2007-04-11T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T22:01:43.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Am i a Wierdo?</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Ambi anna:).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enna ellarum wierdo than kupdovanga edhula 5 wierd things na konjam kastham than.. erundalum let me try... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cottophobia&lt;/strong&gt; -  I am afraid of sleeping in a cot.. adhu ennanu theriyalanga eppo naan kattila paduthalum vizhududavanomnara bayathula enakku thookam varada.. adhanala thano ennamo i can't sleep in train.. while i will sleep immediately getting into a bus :D.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over confidence&lt;/strong&gt; -  enakku oru vishayatha pathi thrinjalaum theriyattiyum, theiryadungara vaarthai en vailerndu varadu. i'm will give definitely opinion abt it.. naan edha sonnalam confidenta solluven.. adhu tappa righta appadi ellam pakkaradu ella.. naan kodukara azhuthatula the opposite person tend to believe that i am right..  he he... but people who knows me well will definitely check whatever i'm telling:).. edhula oru nalla vishayam ennana i don't like lying:).. adhanala makkal konjam kitta edhu varaikkum adi vanginadu ella.. edhula geli kutu ennana pala thadava naan solra vishayam correcta amainji erukku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Economical minded&lt;/strong&gt; -  General saying is " A man will spend 2 $ for a 1$ he needs and a woman will pay 1$ for a 2$ she doesn't need ".. but i don't belong to both category.. If i feel that the cost is not worth of the thing i buy and If i am not sure will be used by me.. then i'll never buy it.. edhu tharperumai ellengo.. in fact many of my friends tell me that i'm behaving like an alpam in some matters like with autowalas. i don't give even a single penny extra.. neenga ella kuda nenaikalam pavam anda autowala avanukku oru 5 ruba kodutha enna agidumnu.. but somehow i feel i'm spoiling the economy by paying more for something which  doens't deserve. nalaikku avan ellar kittayum adhe kasu than keppan..  people who take auto in urgency and who can't afford the luxury of throwing (unlike s/w engrs) will get affected.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laziness in Reading what i wrote&lt;/strong&gt; - I am very lazy to read the mails i write.. office mails mathuram vera vazhi ellama padippen.. personal mails anupum podu spelling mistake ellam suthama parka matten.. i guess now u can understand as y there are so many spellings mistakes in my blog. also i think very fast so anda speed la type panna mudiyadatu nala i tend to muzhungify a lot of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since abover four are my weakness i will tell my strength as 5th one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Optimistic&lt;/strong&gt; -  I always try to think and remember all the good things and good memories that are happened to me.. and will forget the bad things people did to me. I try to accept people as they are and i generally have too much of empathy .. trying to put myself in other's shoes sorts.. edhala pala samayam i've got hurt badly still managed to maintain not to hurt the people who have hurt me. Also i don't ego with the people i luv.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest u should ask my friends:).. avanga enna patti 5 bloge ezhuduvanga:)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambi anna c.. as i good gal i kept up my word. :D..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-1606773997915945461?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/1606773997915945461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=1606773997915945461&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/1606773997915945461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/1606773997915945461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2007/04/am-i-wierdo.html' title='Am i a Wierdo?'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-4433671883869618514</id><published>2007-04-02T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T00:19:54.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>A short story - Worth to think abt..</title><content type='html'>This is a Fwd.. But let me know what do u think on the same... I'll tell my view point in next post:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Auto! Auto!" Ranjeev was calling out at a passing by autorickshaw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Saturday evening. His roommates had been home for a long weekend. Yeah, Monday and Tuesday were declared holidays owing to a local festival. Ranjeev is working as a Software Engineer for a multinational company for the past 4 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tidel Park. How much?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forty Five rupees, sir" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forty" &lt;br /&gt;"Okay, sir" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In five minutes, they were at Teynampet signal caught up in a traffic jam. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"This signal always like this sir!. "Your cell phone ringing, sir". &lt;br /&gt;Ranjeev was unaware as the ring tone was set to a low . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Amit!" ... "Long time man. Where are you?" ... "Oh man! I read the reivews. They say the movie is good. Got some work at office?" ... &lt;br /&gt;"No, nothing serious. But have to go and do it today" ... "Sorry, I wont be able to join you guys for the movie today. Another time, okay?" .... &lt;br /&gt;"Aish Kar. Chal, bye!" &lt;br /&gt;"You work for computer company?" asked the autowalah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes! How do you know that?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Neatly dressing, smart, having cellphone, going to Tidel Park. I am running auto for 15 years sir. I know people by seeing only." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranjeev is dulled at people outlining software engineers the way they do. "It is never easy as said. It is not the apparent money and ostensible looks that make up a software engineer," he thought. "There is more to it * project, deadlines, quality, pressure, bonus, stress, onsite, and the list is long." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Computer companies are good sir, giving job to youth. You all work very hard. I drop people from Tidel Park at midnight." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranjeev was maintaining his silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now people work like you very early. When I was youth I have many friends. We see many films. Ten, fifteen film one month. Saturday, Sunday we play cricket in Marina beach. Bet match sir for 50 rupees, 100 rupees. We win, then we will go to film or drink. I am big fan of Rajni. I see all films upto Baba. Now I see Dhanush films also. He acting very good. That time was really enjoying sir. You dont like film-a sir?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I like watching movies. I am planning to go to 'Phir Milenge' tomorrow" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where running sir?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sathyam" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You go alone? No friends? Friends are important sir. No enjoyment without friends sir." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My friends are going now. I have some work to finish today. So I am going tomorrow." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Work will be there everytime sir. Youth will go sir. If you dont mistake, I say something sir?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though looking uninterested, he had an urge to let him go. He nodded his head, "Mmm." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have more money but no time to spend money. You work more and get more money. Then time is very, very less to spend money. Then why do you need money sir? See sir, it is enough if you earn as much as you can spend. My father tell it to me. I follow it sir." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranjeev was deep in thought rewinding through his senior school days with Amit. Amit was his chum in class. They had been reading together from class VII. The last movie they saw together was 'Hum Aapke Hain Kaun' during their final year at school. Both being Salman aficionados, they watched almost all of his movies together. Now that they both work at Chennai, they call up rarely and chitchat for sometime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auto came to a stop. "Tidel Park, sir" "If I talk something wrong, sorry sir." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thats okay. Can you take me to Sathyam theatre? Fifty rupees?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay sir. Going to film sir?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. With my friends." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling Amit..Connecting.."Hello Ranji!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Amit! I am joining you guys for the movie. Can you guys get a ticket for me? I am on my way to Sathyam." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good that you called me. I bought a ticket for you too before I called you up. Now I was trying to sell it out." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks man! Keep it for me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come soon. See you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should we earn when we don't get the time to spend it the way that we enjoy the most!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-4433671883869618514?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/4433671883869618514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=4433671883869618514&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/4433671883869618514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/4433671883869618514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2007/04/short-story-worth-to-think-abt.html' title='A short story - Worth to think abt..'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-1104209905427408855</id><published>2007-03-20T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T03:53:54.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Luv Marriage Vs arranged marriage..</title><content type='html'>P.s. Mothalla kizha poi comment pottutu vandu edhai padikavum :d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must have heard many sayings about luv marriage and arranged marriage like " The difference between luv marraige and arranged marriage is the former is u urself jumping into well while in the later others would throw u inside the well :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being all time supporter of arranged marriage and my friend being supporter of luv marriage often end up with arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oru naal pesikitte erukkum podu avan oru kavithai(Hi ku vama) sonnan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arranged marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;padangal padikamale pritichai povadu - appadi sonnan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udana namma chumma erupama oru reply Hi KU ( ok ok feel panna theenga) edhthum vittom ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv Marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanraga padithu mudithu &lt;br /&gt;partichaikku chendral&lt;br /&gt;vandadu ellam out of syllabus :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eppadi.. ;).. udane neenga eva kavithai ellam ezhdaralenu namma kadai pakkam varama poidadeenga:).. edhullam eppayavadu onnu than&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-1104209905427408855?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/1104209905427408855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=1104209905427408855&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/1104209905427408855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/1104209905427408855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2007/03/luv-marriage-vs-arranged-marriage.html' title='Luv Marriage Vs arranged marriage..'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-9020257742131658184</id><published>2007-03-15T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T02:05:50.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matrimonial'/><title type='text'>Matrimonial column...</title><content type='html'>Prologue : Ambi anna madhiri ennoda adhutha postkkukaga wait pannitu erundavangalukku oru sorry hai (pazhaka thosham)..&lt;br /&gt;neenga ellam nenachitu erukkalam orukal eva kuda busy aitalonu.. he he.. tappa nenachiteenga.. as usual naan vetti than aana post podarathukku konjam somberithana pattuten avalo than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edhula full and full enga amma enakku mapillai pakkarennu adikara kutta than ezhuda poran.. For a change ambi anna madhiri oru series a ezhudalamnu erukken (appo thane neenga constanta namma kataikku varaveenga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enga amma enda pasanga profiles pakkaradhukkaga matrimonial bureau lerndu oru sheet vangitu varuvanga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adhula girls details boys details ellam pottu erupanga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oru thadava engaamma profiles ellam parthutu ennadi ellarum unnoda age ella unna vida chinna pasangala erukkanga.. rendu masam munu masam periyavanga nu unakku parava ellaya enna noi noinu pudungitu erundanga(sathyam pa.. appo interstinga oru movie parthutu erunden).. &lt;br /&gt;nanum edhuchu pannu ma sonnen (erinju vizhuden) pinna evalo important velai parkum podu edhellam ketta enaku kovam varada :P.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enga ellatheyum parthutu kadisila che onnu than theridu 60 profile a nu romba feel pannitu erundanga.. padathula ad vanduda sari enga kodu ma edhutu partha.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manasa thethikonga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adhu manamaghan thevai vilambaram he he he.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nalla vizhundu vizhundu sirichuttu enma nee romba murpokku vadi aitiyennu nakkal edhutu vishayatha sonnen:D..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;udane engamma en thamibiya kanna minnanu ella bad words leyum thita armbichutanga.. vera oru Matrimoial bureau profilela boys profile girls profilenu varam.. edha chartla manamagan thevai manamagal thevainu vandu erukku.. enga amma en thambiya kuptu dei idhula naan idha parkanum kettu irukanga.. avan nakkala manamagal thevai than ma parkanumnu solli erukkan (may be avan avanukku ponnu parunkanu symbolikka solli erukalam) adha kettu enga oru 1 mani neram waste panni oru erukara valalam thiti (enda matimonial bureauve waste onnu kuda set agalanu).. enakku nalla tp achunu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.. ennada idhu prologue kkum kadhaikkum sambandham ellainu parkareegla.. Chumma oru changeukku than he he  Matrimonial column part 2.. coming shortly .. watch out bloggers:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-9020257742131658184?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/9020257742131658184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=9020257742131658184&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/9020257742131658184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/9020257742131658184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2007/03/matrimonial-column.html' title='Matrimonial column...'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-8643942648831071996</id><published>2007-03-07T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T22:54:22.832-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Exclusively for non stop mobile phone users</title><content type='html'>Those who use airtel service provider please use the cell phone on your left hand side or use a hands free if u r going to talk more than 10 minutes. ( this is very important for the newly engaged ones like ambi anna who speaks atlesat 18hrs over phone:D)&lt;br /&gt;I attended training session in wireless communication, where the faculty told that Airtel uses 1600 MHZ radio frequency which can damage ur skull and destroy the brain cells. &lt;br /&gt;Also don't keep the cell over the ear till the dial tone is heard as it uses the maximum power during the connecting period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. S.. Mandaila mulaikku badila kali mannu irukavangalukku enda post oru waste post. Kavalai padadenga no hazardous effect has been reported till now against wet or dry clay:D..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-8643942648831071996?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/8643942648831071996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=8643942648831071996&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/8643942648831071996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/8643942648831071996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2007/03/exclusively-for-non-stop-mobile-phone.html' title='Exclusively for non stop mobile phone users'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-649737668547271306</id><published>2007-02-26T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T06:01:10.350-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Food is god - Part 2</title><content type='html'>Inikku enga teamla lunch kku ponam. Oru vegetarian erukaradunala naan pala naal arai patni kal patini ya erukkanam. Naan almost empty plateoda erukkum podu en team la oruthan nadakarathu,nadakaradu podaradu, parakaradu, medhakaradunu, thattu thatta vettuvan.. avan kitta venumnu inikku " &lt;em&gt;Hey  XX, nee vandurukkennu suthu vattarathula 3 km oru puzhu puchi kuda vittu vekkama adichu samichu vechi erukkalam nu &lt;/em&gt;" nakkal eduthen.. &lt;br /&gt;Aana kaduvul(or is it my manager) naan polanmbara polambala kettuto ennamo, enikku romba supppper lunch... neenga enna enna nu kekaradu en kadula vizharadu.. avasara paditheenga.. edho list vandutu erukke.. .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bread butter &lt;br /&gt;Mullangatomy soup (paruppu thannikku eppadi oru pera da.. )&lt;br /&gt;Cutlet ( ella aloo tikkiya.. edho onnu) &lt;br /&gt;Bonda with Chutney &lt;br /&gt;Veg roll with chutney&lt;br /&gt;Cucumber salad ( Adhu enpa naan edukara velarikka eppavuma kasakudu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main course&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roti (konjam karugiduchu)&lt;br /&gt;Naan (eppadi than evangalala evalo chinna naan panna mudiyodu)&lt;br /&gt;Panner kofta&lt;br /&gt;Potato herb masala (enna herbo sapta sagikala&lt;br /&gt;Papads&lt;br /&gt;Mulagu rice&lt;br /&gt;Curd (konjam pulichudu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desserts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water melon piece&lt;br /&gt;pineapple piece &lt;br /&gt;coconut cake (supero super) &lt;br /&gt;carrot halwa&lt;br /&gt;Australian grape (adichuka aal ella)&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi (first time eppo than sapten.. he he.. eppadi sapdaradhunu infact kattukitten)&lt;br /&gt;Pears Keer (ennamo pudusa pudusa solranga)..&lt;br /&gt;Mango icecream (ennathan erundalam mambazham mambhazham thanga chumma va mukkanila onna vechi erukkanga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mount freshner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Sounf ( enakku edhukku englishla ennanu thriyadu pa)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evanga suupera oru vela panni vechi erundanga.. ella vegetarian items layum green symbol pottu erundanga.. Usual naan chef oda oru periya discussion nadathitu than sapda ve arambippen.. aana evanga oru fish dishkkum sea food dishukkum green symbol pottanga.. Namma chumma viduvama. Netri kann thirappinum kutram kutrame nu solli avangala puduchi oru vangu vanginen. anga erukkara oru maida mavu ponnum.. sorry madam nu solli matthiduchu.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enda eva enda menuvellam vilavariya ezhudi erukkanu nenaikareengala, aduthavanga vayitherichala kottikaradula enakku oru atma tirupti:D.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kambakarananukku naan edhir beddu nu thane nenaikareenga. he he.. u r right.. :D.. &lt;br /&gt;Vazhga en manager, valarga avar kurikol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edhula oru highlight ennana pona saturday oru team treat ponen vera oru team oda.. Adhulla enna menu na.. he he.. pavum neenga .. adhanala periya manasu panni vittudaren..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-649737668547271306?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/649737668547271306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=649737668547271306&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/649737668547271306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/649737668547271306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2007/02/food-is-god-part-2.html' title='Food is god - Part 2'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-9197380647620126919</id><published>2007-02-14T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T03:47:31.158-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Back to the pavilion &amp; valentine's day spree</title><content type='html'>My golden days of vettiness as started again .. and per Murphy's law when i'm free all my friends seems to be busy..&lt;br /&gt;so as usual.. my days are going as boringly as possible and some updations in the no. of blogs i'm reading.. it has increased a lot and with increasing no. of tamil blogs.. and intersting point about this is blogging has given people life partner..&lt;br /&gt;The person who is sitting adjacent to my cubicle is giving a look like.. these people doesn't have work at all sorts.. as though he is working.. he he..&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by all those people sharing abt their existing or non existing love and the proposals they made or wanted to make. I'm sharing herewith my experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My first proposal...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It was a sunny morning.. (chumma oru effectukku than ).. my uncle was teasing me for being thin and telling that no guy will marry me as i am this thin.. something in me woke up. i went directly to my cousin (morai payyan or rather mama payya) .. i asked him&lt;br /&gt;me : &lt;em&gt;Dey aravind maam paaru enna yaarrume kalyanam pannika mattanu sollita&lt;/em&gt; (uncle is telling that nobdoy will marry me..) with a sad face:((((((.. &lt;em&gt;neeyavadu enna kalyanam pannikiraya da&lt;/em&gt; (atleast Will u marry me)..&lt;br /&gt;aravind : he thought thought and thought and thought and finally told me ... "&lt;em&gt;sari akka&lt;/em&gt;" (ok sister) he he, that's ok yaar.. my mom calls my dad enna only.. u can take that as a symbol of respect.. now i'm waiting for him to finish of his studies.. (as he is currently in his 3rd std)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I asked him to be my valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 14th 2005 .. i remember this day very well..It was neighbour akka's engagement and all her relatives have come..&lt;br /&gt;I saw him and ya i realised that he is my luv.. I went directly to him and i didn't mind that his mom was also there..&lt;br /&gt;I asked him with all my guts &lt;em&gt;will u be my valentine&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;he was so shy to answer.. all people over there tried to pursue him not to agree&lt;br /&gt;but luv won at last and he did say yes (&lt;em&gt;Hurray&lt;/em&gt;) , went and sat on his mom's lap. ( for the benefit of those who didn't understand it.. he is know 6 yrs young) he he.. loves doesn't c age u c..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this my luv stories went.. and me like that asian paint gal keep on telling "&lt;em&gt;intzaar karungi&lt;/em&gt;"..;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-9197380647620126919?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/9197380647620126919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=9197380647620126919&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/9197380647620126919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/9197380647620126919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-to-pavilion-valentines-day-spree.html' title='Back to the pavilion &amp; valentine&apos;s day spree'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-2897929283022722614</id><published>2007-01-31T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T00:53:30.690-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Are you free this sunday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Are you free this sunday??&lt;/em&gt; --  I aksed this question to more than 50 men yesterday:D.. wait wait wait..Before u think something else abt me..&lt;br /&gt;Let me complete the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;There is an charitable organisation called Sevalaya.. it is educating around 167 children from kindergarten to 12th half of them are inmates and half of them belong to the near by area who r not able to afford education.. Also this has an old age home which has aorund 40 in mates  and they are supporting destituted women as well.&lt;br /&gt;They are conducting a fund raising drama called "1000 udai vangiya abborva sigamani" by S.Ve. Sekhar and his troop on this sunday (4-Feb-2007) at kamaraj memorial hall, Teynampet. Each ticket costs around 100 Rs..The money of which goes to sevalaya. Are you willing to contribute..&lt;br /&gt;And I got different types yes/ no :D..&lt;br /&gt;Like this i have sold around 38 tickets yesterday (pulling the collar for my marketing skills;)).. 5 tickets today. And i have got around 15 tickets with me know to sell...&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;em&gt;Are you free this sunday? ;D..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-2897929283022722614?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/2897929283022722614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=2897929283022722614&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/2897929283022722614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/2897929283022722614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2007/01/are-you-free-this-sunday.html' title='Are you free this sunday..'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21583117.post-22299049815329153</id><published>2007-01-24T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T22:25:56.252-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>To All My Girl friends</title><content type='html'>I got this as a forward..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very true that u should never forget ur friend leave alone gal friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day, drinking iced tea and visiting her Mother. As they talked about life, about marriage, about the responsibilities of life and the obligations of adulthood, the mother clinked the ice cubes in her glass thoughtfully and turned a clear, sober glance upon her daughter. Don't forget your girlfriends," she advised, swirling the tea leaves to the bottom of her glass. "They'll be more important as you get older. No matter how much you love your husband, no matter how much you love the children you'll have, you are still going to need girlfriends. Remember to go places with them now and then; do things with them. And remember that "girlfriends" are not only your friends, but your sisters, your daughters, and other relatives too. You'll need other women. Women always do.&lt;br /&gt;What a funny piece of advice,' the young woman thought. 'Haven't I just gotten married? Haven't I just joined the couple-world? I'm now a married woman, for goodness sake, a grownup, not a young girl who needs girlfriends! Surely my husband and the family we'll start will be all I need to make my life worthwhile!' But she listened to her Mother; she kept contact with her girlfriends and made more each year. As the years tumbled by, one after another, she gradually came to understand that her Mom really knew what she was talking about. As time and nature work their changes and their mysteries upon a woman, girlfriends are the mainstays of her life. After 50 years of living in this world, here is what I know about girlfriends:&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends bring you chicken curry when you need help.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends keep your children and keep your secrets.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends give advice when you ask for it. Sometimes you take it, sometimes you don't. Girlfriends don't always tell you that you're right, but they're usually honest. Girlfriends still love you, even when they don't agree with your choices.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends laugh with you, and you don't need canned jokes to start the laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends pull you out of jams.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends help you get out of bad relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends help you look for a new apartment, help you pack, and help you move.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends will give a party for your son or daughter when they get married or have a baby, in whichever order that comes!&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends are there for you, in an instant and when the hard times come.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends listen when you lose a job or a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends listen when your children break your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends listen when your parents' minds and bodies fail.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends support you when the men in your life let you down.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends help you pick up the pieces when men pack up and go.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends rejoice at what makes you happy, and are ready to go out and kill what makes you unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;Times passes.&lt;br /&gt;Life happens.&lt;br /&gt;Distance separates.&lt;br /&gt;Children grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Love waxes and wanes.&lt;br /&gt;Hearts break.&lt;br /&gt;Careers end.&lt;br /&gt;Jobs come and go.&lt;br /&gt;Parents die.&lt;br /&gt;Colleagues forget favors.&lt;br /&gt;Men don't call when they say they will.&lt;br /&gt;BUT girlfriends are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are between you.&lt;br /&gt;A girlfriend is never farther away than needing her can reach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-22299049815329153?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/22299049815329153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=22299049815329153&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/22299049815329153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/22299049815329153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-all-my-girl-friends.html' title='To All My Girl friends'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-5145841712168256639</id><published>2007-01-19T04:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T04:26:35.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'>Kids talk..</title><content type='html'>"Kuzhal inidu Yazh inidu enbar tam&lt;br /&gt;Mazhalai sol keladavar"This verse means those who have not heard the kids talk will say that the other instruments are pleasant to hear.&lt;br /&gt;Yes Thiruvallur i think has really felt it and wrote this kural. And i realize its true when my second nephew two year old talks to me a very innocent and childly manner, as my first nephew never had mazhalai (" the kids language").&lt;br /&gt;My mother was teaching him the rhyme " Amma inge va va".. Such a nice poem.. My mother tells the first two sentence and he completes it.. Like if my mom says amma enge he will say "va va". When they were telling in front of me.. My mom told "ennal unakku" he is "thollai" with a raga and she said "edhum enge" he spontaneously told "thedayadu" (he doesn't get the letter "ka") instead of "Illai" . We all started laughing seeing his understanding of tamil..  The best part is when he calls his elder brother anna ende va da... :)..&lt;br /&gt;Today i had been to temple for a ritual called Puttukku pall thelikaradu. There i saw a gal kid (may be 2 yr old). I always scold my sister for not having a gal baby and i just go crazy on seeing gal kids.. So i was trying to talk to her.. Her mom had given a piece of jaggery to put in the puthu. She put it and she was licking her hand. Her mom was telling her not to lick and it was god's food.. I just smiled at the kid and nodded my head to say no. the next moment she showed her finger and told pichi pichi.. OMG.. How much pleasant it was to hear, I can’t explain. The way she was running behind her mom with her pattu pavadai.. My goodness.. it was a pleasant scene to c also.. I asked my mom for a fruit to give that kid (her name is swetha ). My mom told give that's kid's mom Vettala pakku. I did that and i told that kid i'm not giving her any fruit.. She instantly took the leftover fruit form the tattu evn though her mom was telling her not to take.. She was eating the fruit when her mom told to thank me.. She told thanks (a pleasant thanks) with her mouthful of fruit.. I couldn't stop myself from kissing her.. And told a welcome to her..&lt;br /&gt;Y i wrote this is because Naren was keeping on pestering me for the blog;).. Also i wanted to share my happiness on seeing that kid:)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-5145841712168256639?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/5145841712168256639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=5145841712168256639&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/5145841712168256639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/5145841712168256639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2007/01/kids-talk_9061.html' title='Kids talk..'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21583117.post-202705365199767214</id><published>2007-01-18T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T02:59:08.324-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I always keep up my &lt;a href="http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/12/experiments-during-treats.html"&gt;promise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ImX18zLU520/Ra9ST3nURcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rd23RqXY0MM/s1600-h/burger2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021322610841241026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ImX18zLU520/Ra9ST3nURcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rd23RqXY0MM/s320/burger2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me eating the burger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ImX18zLU520/Ra9R9XnURbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hNkyfhinXgw/s1600-h/burger1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021322224294184370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ImX18zLU520/Ra9R9XnURbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hNkyfhinXgw/s320/burger1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When i was half through the burger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My collegue wanna publish this photo in out company Intranet :D..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-202705365199767214?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/202705365199767214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=202705365199767214&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/202705365199767214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/202705365199767214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-always-keep-up-my-promise-me-eating.html' title=''/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ImX18zLU520/Ra9ST3nURcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rd23RqXY0MM/s72-c/burger2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21583117.post-4966952141394827653</id><published>2006-12-19T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T04:36:39.766-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>Dedicated to all my friends who r guys:D..</title><content type='html'>I got this as a forward.. simply hilarious:)..;)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                                                &lt;strong&gt;How to get a nice wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times in a person's life when he needs to take crucial decisions on his own. Marriage is one of them. Believe me, the decision on whom to marry is the most important decision a person will make in his life. After marriage, your wife is the most important person in your life. She can make or break your life. The mere thought of this is very frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the questions that crop up are - a.. What sort of a girl do I marry? b.. Will she adjust in my family? c.. How can I decide on a girl by just meeting her for a few times? d.. When should I get married? e.. This is my life. So, I should choose the girl I marry, but then what if I make a mistake? .. so on and so forth. I will try to address these &amp; many more questions in the following sections. The Nine Rules of Arranged marriage &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule 1 - Magic no. 28&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an ideal scenario, a girl goes to college at the age of 18. By the time she graduates, goes for her post graduation and/ or works for 1-2 years, she will be about 23- 24. This means that she has spent about 5 years away from her home. In the 5 years period, she would meet many smart guys at college or during her first few years on job. So, in all probability it would be difficult to find a good girl older than 24 yrs. Secondly, in Indian families there is lot of pressure on the girl's to get married by the time they become 24-25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statistics says that there is a generation gap after every 5 years. So, in such scenario, one would prefer to marry a girl who is about 3-4 years younger to you. Thus, working backwards, an ideal age for a guy to get married is by 28. Earlier the marriage, the better it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as we all know, in the current market scenario, there will never be stability in our career. So, I believe there is no such thing as, "I will marry when I settle down".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule 2 -- Subset of marriage-able girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times you hear statements like, "I am not getting the right match, I will look after 3 months, I will find a better match then". Well the truth is otherwise. The subset of unmarried girl looking for a match is fixed. From this subset, there would be girls who would get married &amp; there would be new girls added who would be looking for a match. The net result is that at any given time, the variety &amp;amp; number of marriage-able girls are fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule 3 - Competition for girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all other facets of life, there is lot of competition for good girls. So, if you are looking for a girl who is post graduate, done her Engg, is working, very beautiful, smart, from a good family etc. etc, just think again. There are other guys who are also looking for similar girls &amp; probably they are better off than you in terms of career, looks personality etc. Given a choice every guy would like to marry Aishwarya Rai. So, set your expectations accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule 4 -- Understanding girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would have met a lot of people during your life. As we all know, its difficult to judge a person based on a few meetings. I am sure you would agree with me that in case of girls it is even more difficult to understand them in a few meetings. I know people who are still trying to understand their wife. ;-).. Understanding your spouse is a life long assignment. So, then how do you select a girl based on a few meeting? This is where you need to take the help of your parents/ friends &amp; latest technologies like email/chat to choose your girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule 5 - Society expectation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The selection process is tough on every one who is involved in the process. In arranged marriage, involvement of family &amp; society is pretty high. You can't meet a girl 3-4 times &amp;amp; then say no to her. It is bad for her future. So, you should have a good short-listing criterion. Meet only a few girls &amp; be sure what you are looking for. It is for the benefit of everyone involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule 6 -- Marriage between equals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike love marriage, in arranged marriage you also marry into the girl's family. In arranged marriages, family support plays a major role in ensuring a successful marriage. This is where the compatibility of social status, family values &amp; caste/religion plays a major role. Its important to note that in case there is a perfect match between the two families, the marriage is destined to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule 7 - Know yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike love marriage, in arranged marriage you first marry a person &amp; then fall in love. So, it's very important that you do a self-assessment on the kind of person you would love. They say, "Opposite attract", while they also say, "Bird of same feather flock together". So, you take a call on what sort of person you like. Take a pen &amp;amp; paper; write down the kind of attributes you are looking for in a girl. Say, she should ideally have the looks of Sonia, the style of Monica, the voice of Sheena, the patience of Rashmi. You will certainly not find the perfect girl, but then you would have a good idea of what you are looking for. The secret here is to set some minimum criteria for selection. Don't forget rule no.3 here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule 8 -- Girl's Beauty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl's looks attract, but then no one wants to end up marrying a dumb It is like buying your bike. When you initially buy it, you are crazy about the looks, but later on you love it for its reliability, fuel economy &amp; comfort level. Similarly, a girl's looks are important, but then it should not be the most important criteria. Later on in life, you will get bored of her looks. It is then that her personality &amp;amp; behavior will make all the difference to your marriage. I am sure your parents will be able to advice you a lot better on this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule 9 -- Taking advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have mentioned in the next rule, it's very important that the final decision on whom to marry must necessarily be yours. However, don't do the mistake of isolating yourself from the world while planning your marriage. Discuss with your parents &amp; very close friends on this issue. They are your well wishers. Secondly, in such important matters its necessary that you analyze all possibilities. Remember, I am not suggesting that you follow others' advice, but don't forget to take their advice.          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule 10 -- Own decision&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All said &amp; done, it's your marriage &amp;amp; your life that is at stake. Once you are married, you &amp; your wife are the only persons who will be facing the music. Don't marry a girl just because your parents or friends asked you to do so. After marriage, if things don't work out &amp;amp; you end up saying, "It's because of my friends or my parents that I married you", then your marriage is destined for disaster. If the girl is of your choice, it is you who will be responsible for whatever happens. That's when the marriage works out perfectly. So, ensure that you marry the girl of your choice.          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to approach the selection process?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the day, a person decides to get married; the selection process takes a minimum of 3 months. The whole process needs a lot of patience &amp; commitment. The ideal steps to be followed are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a.. Definition phase –&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Define the minimum criteria for the kind of life partner you are looking for in terms of education, physical appearance, social status, family values, future career plans. Remember the Rule 3 here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b.. Lead Generation phase –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place ads in various newspapers, magazines, websites, through friends, family friends, family societies &amp; association etc. You need to exhaust all possible means of getting bio-datas at one go. Remember the Rule 2 here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;strong&gt;.. Short listing phase –&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on your selection criteria, short-list the interesting bio-datas. The general process followed for correspondence is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.     The initiator sends a one page profile of himself/herself.&lt;br /&gt;2.     Based on the profile, the receiver sends his/her one page profile along with request for detailed profile, photo, horoscope.&lt;br /&gt;3.     The initiator then sends the requested information along with a request for similar information.&lt;br /&gt;4.     The receiver send similar information.&lt;br /&gt;5.     If the bio-data is selected, it is passed over to the next phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.. Casual interaction phase –&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on short listing, about 7 to 10 bio-datas are taken forwarded to this phase. The next step to follow here is to exchange email/ chat ids. The guy &amp; the girl then interact for 10 - 15 days to try &amp;amp; judge mutual compatibility through email/chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B.. Family interaction phase –&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the earlier phase, about 5 leads are taken for consideration in this phase. During this phase, the parents get involved &amp; check the background information about the families to find mutual compatibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C.. The dating phase –&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the earlier phase about 3 leads are taken forward to this phase. During this phase, the guy &amp; the girl interact by going out alone for 2-3 times. The guy needs to prepare a set of simple questions like who is your favorite star, what are your hobbies? He needs to use his judgment to analyze the girl based on her responses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D.. The D-day phase –&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the D-day comes when the guy has to select the girl he wants to spend his life with. If the process if followed systematically, there will be no ambiguity in deciding who should be your life partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my dear friends, marriage is all about compromises. In spite of all the planning that you do, there are a lot of uncertainties in a marriage. In fact this is the best part about marriage. Just remember that the person you marry must be of your choice. In such case, there would be no going back for both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few words of advice: To make your marriage a success; just believe in the age-old virtue, "Never do anything to others that you don't like for yourself". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was simply wondering at this gentleman who did a six sigma project on this topic:D..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-4966952141394827653?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/4966952141394827653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=4966952141394827653&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/4966952141394827653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/4966952141394827653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/12/dedicated-to-all-my-friends-who-r-guysd.html' title='Dedicated to all my friends who r guys:D..'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-2637298067856287623</id><published>2006-12-18T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T04:28:50.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiments during treats..</title><content type='html'>After a long struggle now I’ve migrated to Beta blogger and thanks to Naren payyan, Becoz of him this was possible:)..&lt;br /&gt;Recently one of lunch mates got a promotion and we are pushing her for treat. I had never been a part of gang of gals. Now it is like we are 5 in this gang all r around 23 to 27 with only one married gal.. Or should I say lady.. She is just 25 yrs. OMG I am revealing all those million dollar secrets like gals age;).. Anyway I hope they don't read my blog. So I’m safe enough :D..&lt;br /&gt;After much brainstorming in terms of what kind of restaurant should we go as 3 of us are vegetarian's and 2 r non veggie.. I really didn't want to go to a hard core non veg restaurant.. plus I was thinking of trying something different as I had been to almost all the veggie restaurant in Mount Road. After lots of google search and discussions.. We decided first on Newyorker where the food is little bit ok.. I know what to order and i luv the sizzling chocolate over there :).. But the person who is giving treat didn't like the idea and finally decided the place Gallopian gooseberries where only pasta, burgers and sandwiches are available:)..&lt;br /&gt;It all started well. We went in one of our friend's (one in the gang) car. We reached Gallopian gooseberries and particularly I was very exited to taste new food for lunch say burgers/ pastas.. As I never had anything other than rice or at the max chapatti for lunch.. Also I choose this restaurant for two reasons one I’ll never go to such restaurants unless otherwise its a treat (;) too costly u c) and second to convince my mate that I’m coming to a non veg restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;We started with starters Garlic breads and some non veg stuffs for those non veggie.. That garlic bread was good and I was really looking forward to eat there.. The order went like this.. Tomato Soup with some herb (I’ll order tomato soup only wherever I go).. And the main course.. Burgers/ pastas and sandwiches were there.. I have not tasted pastas before and the sandwich they are not grilling fully and so I don't prefer that also.. I ended up with burgers.. With strong competition between Italian and Mexican burger I ordered Italian burger.. That Tomato soup was very bland and that too for typical south Indian Brahmin like me who has never gone out of India... it was a real punishment.. thank god we ordered for 1/2 .. Still i couldn't finish my soup.. The main course came.. And with full of expectations I bit a bite in the burger.. My goodness it was unpalatable to me. But I didn't feel like wasting it and ordering for a new one even though all told me to keep it and order for something else so that I get to eat something.. But my conscience was not allowing to so..&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly I got an idea.. And what I did is u can never think of doing.. Or probably nobody would have thought of doing with the burger.. I just starting eating the bun by throwing the cutlet inside :D.. The treat giver was telling me" edhukku naan unakku namma office vasalla erukkara tea kadaila treat kuduthu eruppene di :D( for u to eat bun alone I would have given u treat in the Petty shop outside our office) my frnds took a picture of that. They were all making fun of me on that:) and took a few pictures which i may or may not upload later:D.. The waiter there was giving me a strange look. I am sure he will never allow me walk into the restaurant again:D.. Thank god that restaurant was less crowded.. All those people were cursing me that I’ll get only HI FI Husband who will eat only western food as I’m very fussy abt food.. that too I want only veg Indian food.&lt;br /&gt;Then came the time for dessert and i wanted a juice from Fruit shop on Greams road (its a shop name) and the original shop was near by and we went there.. I had coconut pudding and Mango milkshake with ice cream and my stomach was full:D..&lt;br /&gt;The fun part came when that friend took the car. The parking light started glowing and we were not able to shut it and we traveled the entire mount road like that.. All the guys were laughing at car .... : D.. People must be thinking that these gals r crazy that too with 5 gals in that car.. P.S. Long post due to readers demand:D..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-2637298067856287623?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/2637298067856287623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=2637298067856287623&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/2637298067856287623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/2637298067856287623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/12/experiments-during-treats.html' title='Experiments during treats..'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21583117.post-116601527983872226</id><published>2006-12-13T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T05:08:01.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help needed</title><content type='html'>If anybody know how to switch to beta blogger from blogger pls help me..&lt;br /&gt;And my blogger account and google account r different:). pls consider that also&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-116601527983872226?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/116601527983872226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=116601527983872226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/116601527983872226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/116601527983872226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/12/help-needed.html' title='Help needed'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-116522542265497792</id><published>2006-12-04T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T01:43:42.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y do some men behave like this</title><content type='html'>Accidently i came across this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hemanginigupta.blogspot.com/2005/06/train-to-chennai.html"&gt;Hats off to her&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y always men think that any women who walks outside is his property or he can harass anybody. It is really painful to c that..&lt;br /&gt;I rarely sleep in train.. and I am happy abt that.. rather than being harrassed like this. &lt;br /&gt;I was thinking on how I would have reacted to such incidents..&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure had i been in her situation i must have given a disgusting look or heavy warning and left him for two reasons one i really can't spoil one's future.. eventhough mentally many people have harrassed me.. I have not taken any aggressive actions till now.. I just avoid that person..&lt;br /&gt;And second thing is that honestly I should say I am not brave enough to go a police station.. probably from the beginning I am brought up in a society where going to police station means I have committed crime ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most painful point abt that is even educated or middle aged men seems to be no exception to this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The least i could do and i am doing is telling my younger ones " whatever u reap u sow" and make them understand that women also feelings and they are not show case dolls or wall for u to do anything..&lt;br /&gt;This post is not to hurt to any of those civilised men who doesn't do this.. Others people think twice.. u too have sisters and mother and will have a wife too.. Above all not always u can escape. U will get caught one day eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-116522542265497792?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/116522542265497792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=116522542265497792&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/116522542265497792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/116522542265497792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/12/y-do-some-men-behave-like-this.html' title='Y do some men behave like this'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21583117.post-116315390766107564</id><published>2006-11-10T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:18:27.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It should not have happened to me</title><content type='html'>Things are appearing blurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my work is not at all progressing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind doesn't seem to cooperate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is every possibility I'll an head ache..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my colleague was scolding me for driving the vehicle at this stage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what to do I can't help it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't foresee this situation before that's y I was very careless on other's advices and warnings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he should not have done this to me.. After all I luved him so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expected this to happened to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday my nephew while playing broke my specs and I'm yet to buy new specs.. Trying to work things out my straining eyes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-116315390766107564?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/116315390766107564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=116315390766107564&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/116315390766107564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/116315390766107564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-should-not-have-happened-to-me.html' title='It should not have happened to me'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21583117.post-116281437518988549</id><published>2006-11-06T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T00:28:28.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Credit cards..  real pains</title><content type='html'>I got my first sal in this firm in fact i should say my first pay cheque (as i used to get the money transfer in my previous company he he he). This too happened becoz of two reasons primarily due to my laziness to go and open an account in the whole last month in spite of the fact that the bank person comes to the reception of my office every friday and secondarily my company policy of having only HDFC as the sal account.. What stupiditiy i already two accounts one with UTI and another with std chartered both supposed to be known as corporate accounts:D..one for sal and one for ERA. both of them becoming useless now:).. And i'm pretty lazy to go and close them.. but now i have to as i don't have any choice for they start fining me in negative..&lt;br /&gt;And successfully i have given application for acc opening.. and my conversation with the Bank person..&lt;br /&gt;he : &lt;em&gt;Ma'am please sign here. this is for mobile alerts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I : &lt;em&gt;do u charge for this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;he : &lt;em&gt;No ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I signed..then he showed me another page and asked me to sign that also&lt;br /&gt;He : &lt;em&gt;ma'am this is for the life time free service credit card&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I : &lt;em&gt;i don't wanna a credit card&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: &lt;em&gt;many this is a corporate credit card and we give it to all ur company employees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as though the company will pay all my credits..&lt;br /&gt;I : &lt;em&gt;c boss i don't need a credit card&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;he: &lt;em&gt;just like that u can keep it ma'am as we don't charge any service charge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I( was really getting irritated):&lt;em&gt; c.. it is against my principle to keep a credit card and so i don't want to keep it idly also and i don't like u forcing me .. what i'm going to do with so many cards... that too when i don't want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;y people take it for granted that whatever is opted for free people will take it.. In spite of me telling all these..&lt;br /&gt;he: &lt;em&gt;ma'am they might still call even though u have signed&lt;/em&gt; (this is the limit). &lt;em&gt;u answer them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I felt like blasting at him telling y the hell should i answer someone for not wanting a credit card.. will anyone of u pay my bills to force to take a credit card..Alas but couldn't as my HR also was standing there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar incident happened when i was in my previous company..&lt;br /&gt;my mobile rang and i picked up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one female : &lt;em&gt;ma'am u have been choosen to avail ICICI golden credit card from a lucky draw of 5000 people. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : &lt;em&gt;i didn't apply for any credit card.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she: &lt;em&gt;no ma'am u have been selected for giving the credit card&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as though as i was selected for the nobel price..&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;c i don't want that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she: &lt;em&gt;no ma'am u just have to send us ur pay slip and we can issue the card.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: (she is not going to beyond the limit) &lt;em&gt;can't u understand what i'm saying . y should i send u my payslip when i don't want the card, will u come and pay my bill.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MG finally she had kept the phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply can't understand y the hell do they want explainations for not getting something which they offer and y take it for granted that they can force anybody to do anything..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-116281437518988549?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/116281437518988549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=116281437518988549&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/116281437518988549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/116281437518988549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/11/credit-cards-real-pains.html' title='Credit cards..  real pains'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-116184614087564626</id><published>2006-10-25T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T00:02:20.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhagwan, Hindi ko bachao...</title><content type='html'>For all my blog readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I had to disappoint you by not updating my blog though I had in numerous things to share but I was busy in office;) I mean I really had work believe me yaar.. So couldn't blog anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of sharing with you the some of the instances that shows linguistic ability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was traveling for a relative's marriage and that was my first trip to UP. There was a kid in the train ans she was playing in the seat. That was the time I was learning to speak in Hindi . I tried to form sentences. I was trying to speak in my broken hindi with the kid and the kids mother. I wanted to tell her that we will get down in next station and I said " &lt;em&gt;Hum agale station pe girenge"&lt;/em&gt;;) Everybody started laughing.. Then my cousin told me that Girenge means falling and I have to use "&lt;em&gt;uthrenge&lt;/em&gt;" and not "&lt;em&gt;girenge&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was in Trivandrum (my golden days - ILP). There I had lots of north Indian friends. They always make fun of Hindi grammar. In Hindi even non living things has gender unlike in my mother tongue and English where we use ("adhu" or It" for animals and non living things). So I was trying hard to correct my Hindi.One day myself and two of my roomies went to nearby hotel to have our dinner and since I had finished my dinner soon I started to my room while they continued to chat with other friends. I went to room (which was in third floor) and had to go back to the hotel as I didn't have a key with me and it was with one of my roomies I really got irritated and I told her "&lt;em&gt;Pagal kutti&lt;/em&gt;" a strange expression was in her face and then smiled uncomfortably and gave me the key. While cmg back I understood the meaning of what I said . I wanted to tell her "&lt;em&gt;Crazy dog&lt;/em&gt; " but due to my blind translation I had told "&lt;em&gt;crazy B***H&lt;/em&gt;". I was feeling very bad and then understood why she had such an expression in her face. Told her sorry thousand times with a smirk and then decided that I should never scold a person off course only in Hindi ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-116184614087564626?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/116184614087564626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=116184614087564626&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/116184614087564626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/116184614087564626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/10/bhagwan-hindi-ko-bachao.html' title='Bhagwan, Hindi ko bachao...'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-116057047399186248</id><published>2006-10-11T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T09:48:43.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food is god...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, the time was around 5. I had called my ex- colleague for some help from the previous office:).. He started off the conversation by telling that he was in Kapi kadai.. Oh no.. i started missing it already also I was hungry then .. i went to a colleague’s place and was asking her whether will i get anything to eat over here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! good it should not happen to anyone. she told me that we have to walk at least 10 mins to find a hotel and there are no sandwich shops near by:(..&lt;br /&gt;she was suggesting me to order a Pizza from the Pizza corner nearby.. (i don't like Pizza for various reasons).. also i like grilled sandwiches a lot..&lt;br /&gt;I was very much depressed that i couldn't eat anything when i want to eat..&lt;br /&gt;Food is the foremost reason for me not to go away from India in particular Tamilnadu..&lt;br /&gt;Though i can enjoy other cuisines to some extent.. i prefer a lot indianised western food.. Like panner grilled sandwich.. and veg hot dog. which has got cutlet sorts...&lt;br /&gt;my mouth started watering the moment i heard the word sandwich and believe me.. for the past one year i make it to eat in the kapi kadai at least once in a week. in fact there had been a period when i used to go daily:(...&lt;br /&gt;once again i started to previous feeling of y did i quit that place for i had so many good things i like to do over ther.. so much of fun and very little work very flxible work timings orkut and all messengers :(.. except fro career and good relationship with my supervisor i should i really enjoyed being in that place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started consoling myself like padma now this is ur place and slowly slowly u will get used to it.. But still that longing for eating the hot sandwich couldn't be resisted..&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden.. a surprise happened.. Wait wait wait no no no. Don’t imagine some one gave me a sandwich or something..&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden i got the idea to drop in kapi kadai while going home. i had called two of colleagues out of which one was at home and another was in a meeting but still that didn't discourage. i went to kapi kadai..&lt;br /&gt;ordered for boiled corn (lemon and pepper flavor) and ordering panner grilled sandwich;) (to all the eye putters pls don't put eyes ok)..&lt;br /&gt;while I was eating the butter corn my rakhi brother called me and he was literally laughing at me telling that no one could be as insane as to me to drop in alone in a coffee shop while on the way home for the sake of sandwich..&lt;br /&gt;I told him, if not for satisfying my desires that too very reasonable one.. y i should earn (don't ask me how much, as the govt loots quite some amt as tax and company is generous enough to make many annual component favoring the government:( thereby reducing the take home considerably less..).. and was enjoying the food.. as though it was amruth.. it was indeed .. i like good tasty and to some extent healthy food ( very rarely i eat the otherwise except for the fryums and some other stuffs like that) ..&lt;br /&gt;I have seen so many people not eating just becoz they have to eat alone.. But me being a sapturami (a person who keeps on eating) would not mind it if I wanna eat something..&lt;br /&gt;I can't resist food i like mainly when I’m hungry and i would do my level best to eat it.. and get strange desires of eating at times.. all of a sudden i feel like eating naan with panner butter masala and i will go and eat in spite of whether food is prepared at home or not.. Often i get scolding fro that from my mom..&lt;br /&gt;But i have a principle "Live to Eat" ;-).. Finally panner sandwich arrived and without any doubt it was delicious. paid the bill and started to home with a satisfied smile on my face...telling to myself.. ;-)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-116057047399186248?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/116057047399186248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=116057047399186248&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/116057047399186248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/116057047399186248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/10/food-is-god.html' title='Food is god...'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-116012034024268068</id><published>2006-10-06T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:39:54.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed emotions</title><content type='html'>New office.. New environment and new people..&lt;br /&gt;It is human tendency to always compare the new things with the old things always.. Most of the times the old things seems to be good rather better as we get used to that..&lt;br /&gt;also human tendency is to resist change and to and I'm no exception to that.even though at every point of my life I've been physically separated from my friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For eg.. I studied kindergarten in one school... Primary standards in one school, 6 to 10 in one school and higher secondary in completely different city. Everywhere I had to leave my previous schools friends and make new friends.even it happened in my college. My 1st friends and the remaining semester friends are different but still I had tried to stay in touch with all friends but it so happens that some of them loose touch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in office also. When I get really close to my friends then they will eventually be separated from me:(.. But anyway I got used to it.. And I'm a person who takes very little time to speak and but hell a lot of time to get close with a person.. What to do.... I'm like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything in the new place seems to be annoying... Every tissue of my body is resisting to accept the change...&lt;br /&gt;during the first day when I was sitting idly , I felt like going to my previous office itself. believe.. there I was in my comfort level and here I don't know absolutely anybody.. The stupid friend friend of mine (erumai kada balaji) who had referred me.. Has moved to another office in the city (gunned).. They may or may not shift me to that office..&lt;br /&gt;Some of the benefits of my old office are again and again coming into my mind..&lt;br /&gt;Very flexible work timings &lt;a href="http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-daily-routine-nowadays.html"&gt;my schedule&lt;/a&gt; but here I need to be here before 9:30.. And I can leave by 6.. (I reached home yesterday by 6:45 and didn't know what to do.. Couldn't bear the stupid mega serials my mom watched during that time. So sat with a novel to read..)..&lt;br /&gt;No orkut here:(.. Really sad.. All my orkut friends will feel bad:(..But yahoo and rediff are there.. And I can access my mails.&lt;br /&gt;Food is free here but no snacks on the middle only coffee, T or milk is available:(.. And no proper cafeteria sorts.. Only lunch and evening snacks at 6.45( my fellow colleague said it is not worth of staying os I have not tasted it yet) are available..Me longing for the hrs I had spend in kapi kadai / Gangothree eating delicious hot dogs/ sand wiches and pani puri.. I'm missing that...in fact my taste buds..&lt;br /&gt;and the best part is the evening walk I had.. to reach those coffee shops..that was very pleasant when my rakhi brother was there as v used to discuss almost all the things on earth and obvious our views hardly match.. And after he left to onsite, went with my colleague friend.. Good and her ideas and mine usually doesn't mismatch but still talking useless things itself is a freedom:).. The most important thing was that the ambiance had lot of greens and me being a nature lover. Miss them a lot.. But what to do.. I can't go back there..&lt;br /&gt;worst of all is I can't call to Cousin, friends and bro in Us :(.. From this office..&lt;br /&gt;I knew all these things will happen anyway.. So just waiting for me to get used to this environment:).. Waiting for them to give me some work:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-116012034024268068?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/116012034024268068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=116012034024268068&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/116012034024268068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/116012034024268068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/10/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed emotions'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21583117.post-115936418255971797</id><published>2006-09-27T06:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T03:43:12.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presence of mind....</title><content type='html'>One of my collegues (a nice chap) came to my place to have to do a friendly chat..&lt;br /&gt;he: &lt;em&gt;Hi padma, when is ur last day here..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;I'm quitting this Company)&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;This friday.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had recently got a kid..&lt;br /&gt;so i was asking abt his kid..blah blah..i had severe cold and he was like&lt;br /&gt;He: &lt;em&gt;what happened you seem to be having cold&lt;/em&gt;,..&lt;br /&gt;me: (showing the dustbin full of tissue papers which i used to blew my nose) &lt;em&gt;ya very severe indeed&lt;/em&gt; (smile)&lt;br /&gt;he: &lt;em&gt;oh... that's y i see a lot of paper tissue paper missing in the rest room..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:(without even thinking) &lt;em&gt;i don't use gents rest room u c..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: (surprised for a moment and smiled) &lt;em&gt;you have very good presence of mind...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just smiled...&lt;br /&gt;he went back to his place.&lt;br /&gt;After sometime i was thinking abt this matter.. and was wondering how would he have reacted if i had told" &lt;em&gt;oh.. U use ladies rest room&lt;/em&gt;" ;;)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-115936418255971797?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/115936418255971797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=115936418255971797&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115936418255971797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115936418255971797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/09/presence-of-mind_27.html' title='Presence of mind....'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-115918914752471343</id><published>2006-09-25T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T09:50:15.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reservation.. biggest joke</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: This post is not to hurt anybody or their feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel funny to hear the word minority that too in case of reservation. i can't understand what do they mean by minority..&lt;br /&gt;Isn't not funny to call that Brahmins are majority, when the entire brahmin population of India is less than 5 %.&lt;br /&gt;what is a backward caste? Financially are they backward? mentally? physically or intellectually?&lt;br /&gt;if you say financially .. how can a particular caste creed be rich or poor there are differences..&lt;br /&gt;Do the real needy people are getting benefitted out of this reservation.. the answer is very less as the education price is very high. and can't they think logically has to what u need for the future is intellect and not the caste based society..&lt;br /&gt;when in the school they teach " jaadigal ellaiyadi pappa" ( there are no caste or creed), while they have a column called caste in the application form and a caste based reservation.. then why should they have such useless things in the school. when it is anyway not going to be implemented..&lt;br /&gt;can the government think rationally? will they ever realise that what they have to do is to improve the quality of primary education and make the population literate rather than providing reservation?&lt;br /&gt;How can the government be so partial to the people? and we call ourserlves democratic and secular country.&lt;br /&gt;they are trying to solve the problem in a wrong manner.. by giving reservation the government is trying to reduce the aspirations of the people instead of increasing it.&lt;br /&gt;Is the real intension of the government is not to help the needy ones but to get the votes that's it..&lt;br /&gt;I know so many of my friends who r from so called BC/ SC who are financially well off from a educated background talking against reservation still using it.. that's the sadest part of it. if they use it . the real purpose of the thing is not solved . and if they don't use it one Open competition guy will loose his/ her seat..&lt;br /&gt;The government is to be praised in fact.. they want to get the votes so thye introduced reservation and they don't even provide for basic food and good education to the tribes or the real needy people so that they cannot think abt the education and finally that seat would be wasted.. this is a real good solution to unemployement i think.. very good strategy..&lt;br /&gt;this country is going to a pinnacle of idiocrazy where they will end up with people only with caste certificates...&lt;br /&gt;and the talented will anyway find their way up inspite of the caste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-115918914752471343?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/115918914752471343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=115918914752471343&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115918914752471343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115918914752471343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/09/reservation-biggest-joke.html' title='Reservation.. biggest joke'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-115823516242130231</id><published>2006-09-14T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T04:59:22.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retaliation</title><content type='html'>I don't like You..&lt;br /&gt;i treated You like an untouchable...&lt;br /&gt;I was going away if i see You ..&lt;br /&gt;But i didn't disturb you..&lt;br /&gt;I let You be what You are..&lt;br /&gt;I don't scream at seeing You unlike the other gals&lt;br /&gt;Then Y?&lt;br /&gt; how could You do that me..&lt;br /&gt;I have told several times to my brother and mother not to hurt You as i felt You are harmless..&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday You witless, Y did you do that to me..&lt;br /&gt;How dare you do that to me.. &lt;br /&gt;Who gave you the permission to crawl into my bed when i'm asleep..&lt;br /&gt;I pushed you away from me..&lt;br /&gt;and i felt a sense of aversion to u as i always had..&lt;br /&gt;And yes i confess that i have no regrets when my brother killed you..&lt;br /&gt;In fact i'm happy that he has killed U..&lt;br /&gt;I know that your family  is still alive and take the revenge..&lt;br /&gt;But i have my brother and he will kill your whole family with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortein Baygon spray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U Moron Cockroach...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-115823516242130231?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/115823516242130231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=115823516242130231&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115823516242130231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115823516242130231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/09/retaliation.html' title='Retaliation'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-115822554339046857</id><published>2006-09-14T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T02:19:03.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears....</title><content type='html'>I saw one of my collegues almost crying after getting a call from his wife that the doctor had asked her to get admitted... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen a men luving his wife or missing his wife like this in my 23 yrs life time.... or i should the atleast for the past 8 - 10 years.. since i cannot remember my childhood:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally admire at the way he says that he loves his life.. she is really lucky yaar. and i believe he is also lucky to get such a wife..:)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man should really have the guts to tell his collegues that he luves his wife.. atleast in a male dominated society i live.. as they all will make fun of him telling that he has become his Wife's Slave ... Still this guy did that.. My hats off to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very cute to see him miss his wife and blush when her call comes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before 2 months he had left his wife in her maternal house for delivery and went within a week and brought her here as he was missing her very hard adn off course with Dr.'s advice.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very visible then that he misses his wife and we all make fun of him telling that it happens to every man. He just smiles and says " Its happening to me for the first time now:.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seems really worried now.. I told him every women goes through this and not to worry and everything will be alright.. He told "what yaar, she is crying". I can guess the pain he is having from his voice and eyes how hard he is trying to control his tears....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't see anybody crying.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe every woman has got some motherliness in her by default inspite of she has become a mother or not.. probably that's what make women more caring , loving ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying god that everything should be alright and his wife and baby should be safe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-115822554339046857?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/115822554339046857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=115822554339046857&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115822554339046857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115822554339046857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/09/tears.html' title='Tears....'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-115815093124775842</id><published>2006-09-13T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T05:35:31.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lage rahoooooooooo Munna bhai</title><content type='html'>second day second show second movie..&lt;br /&gt;Too much of second isn't it..as it is a part two in that series though this is not the continuation of previous Munna Bhai MBBS.. which wounded many stomachs by laughter..&lt;br /&gt;It is the first time i'm visiting the Multiplex Mayajaal .. U might wonder what is so special abt  being a chennaite for the past 8 + yrs, you can consider it very late.&lt;br /&gt;The start is equally good as the Munnabhai MBBS.. and the introduction of the gorgeous heroine " Vidya balan" is very good and the way she says " Good morrrrrrrrrrrrrrrnnnnnnnnnnnnnning " Mumbai.  Often reminds me of Mirchi Suchi (Radio Mirchi RJ).. and she has been pictured in a very nice way and the i should say me being gal wouldn't flap my eye lids so guys u will definitely have a nice time.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at her made me feel like i was looking at a beautiful scenary of nature. Before people think me of something else. i'm moving to other characters Murali prasad sharma (bhai) and our one and only sirkeshwar;-).. Both didn't spoil my expectation..the highlight was the kissing car...&lt;br /&gt;Bowman Irani as Lucky singh is literally mindblowing in his role as a cunning builder and a photo fanatic.. who takes his photo and combines it with world leaders and cine stars..Diya Mirza comes as a father's pet who simply admires her papa a lot and when she comes to know that and strives for the truth..&lt;br /&gt;The song Lage raaaahooooooooo Munna bhai and pal pal are too good..&lt;br /&gt;As a whole the movie was good and worth spending the money..&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I started this blog last week but couldn't complete it. Those who wasted last week end can use this week end:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-115815093124775842?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/115815093124775842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=115815093124775842&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115815093124775842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115815093124775842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/09/lage-rahoooooooooo-munna-bhai.html' title='Lage rahoooooooooo Munna bhai'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-115650432914569152</id><published>2006-08-25T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T04:15:19.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality</title><content type='html'>Absolutely didn't feel like working today so here u go another made up thing:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #bfe9ff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#def4ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;You have high extroversion.You are outgoing and engaging, with both strangers and friends.You truly enjoy being with people and bring energy into any situation.Enthusiastic and fun, you're the first to say "let's go!"&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;You have high conscientiousness.Intelligent and reliable, you tend to succeed in life.Most things in your life are organized and planned well.But you borderline on being a total perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;You have high agreeableness.You are easy to get along with, and you value harmony highly.Helpful and generous, you are willing to compromise with almost anyone.You give people the benefit of the doubt and don't mind giving someone a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;You have medium neuroticism.You're generally cool and collected, but sometimes you do panic.Little worries or problems can consume you, draining your energy.Your life is pretty smooth, but there's a few emotional bumps you'd like to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is medium.You are generally broad minded when it come to new things.But if something crosses a moral line, there's no way you'll approve of it.You are suspicious of anything too wacky, though you do still consider creativity a virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-115650432914569152?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/115650432914569152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=115650432914569152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115650432914569152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115650432914569152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/08/personality.html' title='Personality'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21583117.post-115650247734141875</id><published>2006-08-25T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T03:50:49.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>values..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; he he all made over yaar.. never mind enjoy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #9cdcdc" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Values Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c9eaea"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorvaluestest/values.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Loyalty:&lt;br /&gt;You value loyalty highly.You're completely devoted to your friends and family.Even if they totally screw up, you're still there for them.Just make sure they're equally loyal to you!&lt;br /&gt;Honesty:&lt;br /&gt;You value honesty highly.You're unflinchingly honest, even when it's not easy.For you, integrity is very important - in yourself and others.People may not always like what you say, but they know they can trust it.&lt;br /&gt;Generosity:&lt;br /&gt;You value generosity a fair amount.You are all about giving, as long as there's some give and take.Supportive and kind, you don't mind helping out a friend in need.But you know when you've given too much. You have no problem saying "no"!&lt;br /&gt;Humility:&lt;br /&gt;You value humility highly.You have the self-confidence to be happy with who you are.And you don't need to seek praise to make yourself feel better.You're very modest, and you're keep the drama factor low.&lt;br /&gt;Tolerance:&lt;br /&gt;You value tolerance highly.Not only do you enjoy the company of those very different from you...You do all that you can to seek it out interesting and unique friends.You think there are many truths in life, and you're open to many of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Five Factor Values Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-115650247734141875?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/115650247734141875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=115650247734141875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115650247734141875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115650247734141875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/08/values.html' title='values..'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21583117.post-115615073719977605</id><published>2006-08-21T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T01:58:57.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dreams.....</title><content type='html'>Nobody is without dreams and i am no exception to that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day i was waiting in the railway station and best friend (poor guy) is coming there driving by train (?????) and i ask to drop in my office. The train is going on the railway tracks and suddenly it changes goes into the road(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and became an auto (heaven) and again he is the driver and drops me in the office.. (Wow it seeemed so real)&lt;br /&gt;I told this dream to my mom and brother next morning and they had a hearty laugh.. my brother started calling him "Train driver".. (i pity him;-))&lt;br /&gt;People say that dreams may be part of realityeither past or upcoming future..&lt;br /&gt;I usually ask him to drop me back home or to pick me up from home. probably becoz of this that dream would have come. who knows..&lt;br /&gt;I told him that dream and he too laughed..&lt;br /&gt;A month after he came in my dream as a librarian..(god save him from my creativities)&lt;br /&gt;My mom started teasing me telling &lt;em&gt;pavam bala un frnda erukkarudukku first train driver na akkina eppo librarian a&lt;/em&gt;?.. (poor guy for being ur  u made him train driver first and now librarian")&lt;br /&gt;I told him the dream and he " &lt;em&gt;endi eppadi enna kevalapadathurahey mudhalla kanava kanarada niruthu&lt;/em&gt; " (Y r u insulting me.. first stop dreaming)&lt;br /&gt;he he he.... consoling him dey dreams are not intensional right:D... off course trying to control my laughter;)&lt;br /&gt;and what did you think i was going to share my aspirations naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-115615073719977605?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/115615073719977605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=115615073719977605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115615073719977605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115615073719977605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-dreams_21.html' title='My Dreams.....'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-115529464605638073</id><published>2006-08-11T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T04:10:46.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deception (Max) point</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Author's notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really irritating to hear some people speak something that makes absolutely no sense. I don't know whether how many people suffer becoz of my rubbish talks. but i have suffered enough. sharing with U couple of such instances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prologue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most occupied place in my office is the ladies rest room. Only 8 ladies are there in my floor. Still to prove Murphy's law whenever i want to use the rest room it will be closed. I will have to wait outside the rest room around 5 feet away near the place where water is kept.&lt;br /&gt;As the ladies and gents rest room are side by side it is even more embarrassing to wait there..But i'm lazy to go and come back. .. can't help it&lt;br /&gt;I usually keep my head down while waiting outside so that i need not see the people coming out.&lt;br /&gt;But couple of my excellent collegues doesn't know that much decency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Episode 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting outside the restroom. and collegue X came to drink water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colleague x : &lt;em&gt;Padmaji aap yahan kya kar rahe ho?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me(gritting my teeth) : I was thinking how to answer this question. isn't that obvious y a person waits outside restroom. and finally.. (with a smirk) &lt;em&gt;khana bana rahi hoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colleague X: (as though i have told a humorous joke) ha ha ha ha (laughing out load).&lt;br /&gt;Thank god he left also the person inside came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Episode 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another day another time.. another colleague another language&lt;br /&gt;colleague y: &lt;em&gt;Padma inga enna pannitu erukkenga..(&lt;/em&gt;what are you doing here)&lt;br /&gt;enda endha language la kettalam rest room vasalla edhukku wait pannuvanga ( whatever language u ask is it not obvious y a person wait outside)&lt;br /&gt;keeping my temper down..&lt;br /&gt;me : &lt;em&gt;inga edhukaga nippanga&lt;/em&gt;( y do people wait outside restroom)&lt;br /&gt;colleague y: &lt;em&gt;neenga inga nikkave chumma erukkenganu nenachen&lt;/em&gt; ( i thought u r simply standing).&lt;br /&gt;dey edhellam konjam over da..lollu panradukku oru alave ellaya ( sorry yaar i can't translate this in english)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Episode 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was going towards the exit door.. colleague X was coming in the opposite direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he ( with a broad grin) : &lt;em&gt;padmaji aap chal rahi ho?&lt;/em&gt; ( r u walking?)&lt;br /&gt;can't u c that.. y the hell do u ask me such stupid questions..&lt;br /&gt;me(rushing): &lt;em&gt;nahi ud rahi hoon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;he: same laughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Epilogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was polambifying all this to my friend and he " &lt;em&gt;either they have very bad taste or blind to flirt with u di&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;dei i'll Kill u da&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-115529464605638073?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/115529464605638073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=115529464605638073&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115529464605638073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115529464605638073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/08/deception-max-point.html' title='Deception (Max) point'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-115460064149380556</id><published>2006-08-03T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T04:03:02.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking is injurious to health :D</title><content type='html'>Long long ago so long ago, only me and my brother knows how long ago,in a very good afternoon we(I and bro) are sitting in the garden wondering how the smoke is coming from the piece of paper. I was in my third and he was in his first std. We could not stop wondering how the uncle whom we saw in bus is letting out smoke when there is no fire( I was so intelligent that time itself,Please don't praise me so much i may feel a bit embarrassed na;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the wondering.. see we are great thinkers and we finally the got fact the smoke was due to the rolled paper in his hand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we have decided to try it out ourselves.. I went to kitchen with a cat like walk to came with back with two things... one match box and a piece of paper from my notebook ( c for what and all the paper is used);-)i rolled it very expertisely and lightened it at the end (bravos - c at that age lighting a match stick is a brave things u know);-)..then the papers started burning and we don't know what to do except that we had to drop the paper on the ground as the heat was not bearable.. he he ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have decided that we are going to definitely experiment it... another visit and another paper.. (as i was a gud gal, this time i tore paper my elder sister's notebook:D)..&lt;br /&gt;Rolled it and again fired it. this time what we did if we took a lengthy paper and we shaked our hands, so the fire went of and only the smoke was ther hurray:D.. we got it.. i kept that in my mouth expecting something to happen and did how the uncle did and full of smoke got inside my mouth and tears started rolling down from my eyes, immediately i removed but couldn't control the coughs and started crying ( my mom and elder sis were sleeping inside the house and my stupid bro ran away to hall and acted as though he is sleeping as he was afraid). i was feeling a bitterness in my mouth so went and gargled many times so that it clears of the bitter.. and thank god i was alright in 2 to 3 mins.. and i was really afraid to tell my mom and silently locked the garden door and went inside.. kept quiet and slept..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening my mom " yaar adhu puzhakadai la papera erichadu, eppo parthalum aathai kuppai akarade ungalukku pozhappa pochu" ( who has burnt papers in the garden, u r making the house dirty always) scolding all three of us, i and my bro were acting as though we don't know anything.;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now please yaar don't tell my mom yaar.. ;-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-115460064149380556?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/115460064149380556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=115460064149380556&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115460064149380556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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confused on what do i want from life or more precise in life..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel i have everything in this world to make me happy while sometimes i feel i don't have anything or i need everything..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i am very occupied and don't have time to do anything while sometimes i am so vetti that i have time for everything and anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably it may be the same for everybody.. i don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From childhood i always wonder at human behaviour (Don't ask me whether i'm not a human being.. off course i'm and what i mean to say is fellow humans' behaviour) one common truth is nobody wants to hear the truth if it was unpleasant..and everybody wants to impress each other.. i sometimes simply wonder how can a simple matter reach you after going through various channels as a mroe complicated one..and nobody wants to be blamed off course there are some people who blames themselves and this u can never help neither can u help the previous one..&lt;br /&gt;Many things of this sort. i really wonder about people while people always wonder whether i'll ever keep quiet.. :D&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering y I wrote such a blog about Human Psychology is just to publicise that i have bought M.Sc. psychology application for Distance learning in Madras university and again wondering whether will i join:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-115442822573284709?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/115442822573284709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=115442822573284709&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115442822573284709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115442822573284709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/08/ever-wondered.html' title='Ever wondered??!!!!!!'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-115329892279321178</id><published>2006-07-19T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T04:13:55.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>polambals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 1&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My purpose of existence in this world is not to get married alone. ok..i can accept that marriage is a part of life... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Morning 8:45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle's brother in law had come to my house and i was getting ready for the office&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: &lt;em&gt;Endi eppadi ulliya erundiyana yaaru di unna kalyanam pannipa?&lt;/em&gt; (Who will marry you&lt;br /&gt;if you are this much skinny)&lt;br /&gt;me (very coolly): &lt;em&gt;Kalyanam pannikadavana patti en mama kavala padanum&lt;/em&gt; (y should i bother abt someone who is not going marry me)&lt;br /&gt;Uncle(not leaving): &lt;em&gt;unakku aprum enna madhiri kizhavan than kedaippan&lt;/em&gt; (Then u will get a old person like me)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (smirk) &lt;em&gt;adhanala enna mama naan ungaleye kalyanam pannikkeren&lt;/em&gt; . ( that's ok uncle .&lt;br /&gt;I'll marry U) ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 2 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is being lean a sin? y y always people think that i don't eat anything:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:30AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm on my way to temple. Met my periamma(aunt) and mother on the way.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt (very affectionately) : &lt;em&gt;endi kanna evalo oliya erukka. sapdanum da chellam.&lt;/em&gt;( y r u&lt;br /&gt;so lean dear. u have to eat a lot sweetheart)&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't know that i eat loads cheese, ice cream and items that would increase my weight everyday ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;naan saptundu than erukken periamma, udamba than poda mattengaradu&lt;/em&gt;( I'm easting&lt;br /&gt;aunty. But i'm unable to gain weight) :-)&lt;br /&gt;She then gave me a lecture of how to gain weight and how much should i eat to gain&lt;br /&gt;weight. I was patiently listening to it with a smile(no other go).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;At last one can correlate me with my mom:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:30PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gudharavahanam(temple festival) is going on.I was standing with my mom. A neighbour of us&lt;br /&gt;in our hometown meets me after 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;Neighbour aunty: &lt;em&gt;udambu eppadi vatti poduthey di&lt;/em&gt;( you have become lean). &lt;em&gt;chinna vayasu naana&lt;br /&gt;kunda erundiya &lt;/em&gt;(you were fat in ur childhood)&lt;br /&gt;Me shyly smiling..&lt;br /&gt;N.A: &lt;em&gt;unga amam madhiriye erukku&lt;/em&gt; ( u look like ur mom).. Me blushing .. believe me i was on top of the world, mainly because my mom is smart and gudlooking and if i look like her means.. he he.. not always do i get such a compliment u c..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 4&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Reality.. internal beauty is more important yaar:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7:35PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I met my friend off course with a broad smile.&lt;br /&gt;she: &lt;em&gt;hey do u have cousin who is a yoga instructor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;me(smirk): &lt;em&gt;my cousins don't even know the spelling of yoga leave alone being the&lt;br /&gt;instructor&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;she: actually we (she and another friend) &lt;em&gt;were feeling that the instructor's face is very similar to urs....&lt;/em&gt; she was hesitating to say something. ..&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;tell me yaar..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;what's the matter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she: &lt;em&gt;actually ur face look like .. (more hesitation and with a broad grin).. a shield know&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;immediately&lt;em&gt;.. don't mistake me yaar...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;he he..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I could have kept quiet:-(.&lt;br /&gt;Y y it always happens with me. &lt;em&gt;Kaduvula naan 5 nimisham sandosham erukkaradu porukaliya&lt;/em&gt;. (Oh my god, can't u c me happy for 5 min)...????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-115329892279321178?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/115329892279321178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=115329892279321178&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115329892279321178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115329892279321178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/07/polambals.html' title='polambals'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21583117.post-115321452117852191</id><published>2006-07-18T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T02:22:01.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosiest...</title><content type='html'>I have an excellent collegue who is bothered abt everybody on earth and the living meaning of the word nosy...&lt;br /&gt;FYI she is already engaged to a guy ( i really pity him) who is doing research in IIT( more pity), that too luv marriage (May be luv is deaf also).&lt;br /&gt;Her typical questions ranges from How much tax are u paying or how much savings have u got ( i real feel it is none of her business) to hey is that guy Married or that gal has BF?&lt;br /&gt;Her stingyness u cannot imagine yaar. If cakes and puffs are distributed on birthdays, she will eat one and take one ( donno how she takes without even a tint of shame).&lt;br /&gt;she has been taking pappad, rasam and sambhar from our canteen for mere 5 Rs and she is suggesting me also to take free pappads given by our canteen people as though she is giving from her pocket ( heaven!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;I usually avoid taking lunch with her ... but one unfortunate day came where i had no other go..&lt;br /&gt;Nosy Max: &lt;em&gt;Padma, What is the role of appraisal in that xxx tool.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(our office internal tool for which i facilitate the usage part of it)&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;not much. and u should ask this to ur PL and not me. i don't own that tool u know..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me getting irritated..... i think she considers me the DBA of our office..&lt;br /&gt;Nosy Max (changes topic): &lt;em&gt;hey is our HR Ms. "yyyyy" married?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:(with a sweet voice and wide smile) &lt;em&gt;how does that bother you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosy Max: &lt;em&gt;no yaar.. actually i saw her with a guy one day morning that too when she is in her causals.. i think she is committed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it .. she has reached the break point of my patience&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;it is not always neccesary that it has to be her boy friend. it can be her rakhi brother or own brother or cousin or even friend..&lt;/em&gt; ( "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;such a dirty mind&lt;/span&gt; ")&lt;br /&gt;Nosy Max: yaar which rakhi bro comes in the morning  8 am yaar..&lt;br /&gt;I really got offended&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;my brothers come in any timings from morning 5 to night 10:30. (&lt;/em&gt;turning to the other person&lt;em&gt;)Y people have such a cheap mentality that whenever a guy and gal speaks theat  they need to have affair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My another lunch mate was trying to conceal her laughter harder.&lt;br /&gt;Nosy Max keeps quiet, couldn't argue more and had to nod her head.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the lunch got over.. Thank god..&lt;br /&gt;Evening I and my lunch mate were coming from the coffee shop near my office and i was  having the Kwality walls stick icecream. Our Ms. Nosy max was coming in the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;My lunch mate hey "&lt;em&gt; ur friend is comin&lt;/em&gt;". she was grinning. I was regretting my bad fate.&lt;br /&gt;Nosy Max : &lt;em&gt;Padma u will catch cold yaar..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were puzzled..questioning her with our hands.&lt;br /&gt;Nosy Max: &lt;em&gt;y r u eating icecreams from road side shop?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me(obsiouly got irritated to the max) : &lt;em&gt;This is quality walls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosy Max : &lt;em&gt;oh i thought u r eating icecream from a road side..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she walked away.&lt;br /&gt;(@####$$$$)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wish i could slap her....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-115321452117852191?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/115321452117852191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=115321452117852191&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115321452117852191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115321452117852191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/07/nosiest.html' title='Nosiest...'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21583117.post-115312750636378364</id><published>2006-07-17T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T02:11:46.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginger eaten monkey</title><content type='html'>It all started very well. After breaking promises thrice for the last three weeks to take my friend to a film, I finally decided to keep it up this week. Saturday morning i called that theatre to find out tickets are available for " Golmaal weekly".&lt;br /&gt;Hurray the guy told tickets are available for the noon show.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god. Atleast this time i can keep up my promise. with the help of my passion (my bike) i got to get tickets. That fellow gave me two tickets FC (Rs 70. each) and me msged my friend "hey tmrw 12 noon show confirmed".&lt;br /&gt;Memorable Sunday came finally and she came to my house. We left to theater by 11:45. Reached theatre by 11:55. Parked vehicle urgently. Didn't want to miss even a single scene u c. Gave the tickets to the person outside . After going inside we found that one of seats B13 was occupied. Me in my jeans  T shirt did cat walking ( some thing similar to that meanwhile stamped atleast three guys feet:D) to te guys sitting there and in a very casual tone " this seat are ours and showed my tickets" that guy was cross referring with his tickets. they have been allotted B11 to 13. and we are confused. At that time i found out a pathetic truth. oh my god..U can't do this to me. The tickets i had was for saturday noon show.. [:(((((((((((((((] u can now imagine y i gave the title. and the guy (&lt;a href="mailto:*@$##$$$$"&gt;$##$$$$&lt;/a&gt;) started laughing at me. He must have thought me a fool.&lt;br /&gt;We quickly vacated the place and went to fight in the ticket counter . That fellow asked what did u say. I said yesterday i came here to buy tickets in the coutner and asked for today's ticket. He started explaining me madam yesterday's today is yesterday that's y our staff must have given u ticket for yesterday.Me gritting my teeth. i meant today's today. that is i asked yesterday for tomorrow (sunday's) ticket. no luck he said sorry madam we can't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;And alas! my 150 Rs got wasted... i didn't mind that too.. But the guy's laughter... me gritting again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-115312750636378364?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/115312750636378364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=115312750636378364&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115312750636378364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115312750636378364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/07/ginger-eaten-monkey.html' title='Ginger eaten monkey'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-115311875268482352</id><published>2006-07-16T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T23:45:52.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An article abt me</title><content type='html'>This is an article abt me my friend Rush with a title " The Brother Maker"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce u to Padmasri,the brother maker of our batch.she has broken so manyhearts by making brothers out of all the guys in the batch.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she asks a doubt,everyone asks her to keep quiet,because their broken hearts meltat the sound of her 'koyal' like voice.(trust me,its anything but!)&lt;br /&gt;When she whistles,all the guys come rushing out of their rooms,with expectant faces and looks of disbelief,that she is calling them.But when they realise that the whistles were not meant for them,their hopes and dreams come crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;She's the only one with a 25 yr old son,Basavaraj.Basav asks his 'amma' for a chocolate everyday.But she's so used to breaking hearts that she refuses to get him a chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping Basav gets his chocolate by the end of ILP and that the brother-making processis confined to T-15,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Copyrighted Rush&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-115311875268482352?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/115311875268482352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=115311875268482352&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115311875268482352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115311875268482352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/07/article-abt-me.html' title='An article abt me'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-115286201514425068</id><published>2006-07-14T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T06:00:46.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My experiments with Cooking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morning 7:20&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me cooking in the kitchen trying to make some &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yellow coloured rice..&lt;/span&gt; any guesses.. ok leave it.. so called Lemon rice. My younger brother sesha is taking bath(he hardly does :D)&lt;br /&gt;Me.: &lt;em&gt;dey Sesha, enga vayen&lt;/em&gt; (come here)&lt;br /&gt;Sesha: &lt;em&gt;enna vishayam di&lt;/em&gt;. (what's the matter ) i'm getting ready for office.&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Dey come here and taste this rice and tell me if anything else needs to be added.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesha: &lt;em&gt;Time aidutu di.&lt;/em&gt; (its getting late). if u r not packing my lunch within 5 minutes. i'll eat outside.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (feeding him a mouth of rice and eagerly asking him) &lt;em&gt;eppadi da erukku&lt;/em&gt; (How is it)&lt;br /&gt;He just nods his head.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (anxiously)&lt;em&gt;uppu urappu ellam sariya erukka .? &lt;/em&gt;(does it taste good).&lt;br /&gt;he again nods his head and rushes to office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Afternoon: 12:45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My computer screen is shaking.. I know it is my mobile ." 1 message received" . I am sure it is from my bro and know what it is. He didn't disappoint me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I opened the Sms : "&lt;em&gt;saptiya&lt;/em&gt;" (Have u taken food?)&lt;br /&gt;If u r thinking such a caring bro he is just wait and watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me..: &lt;em&gt;Not yet. Have to go&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Drrr.. moniter shakes again..&lt;br /&gt;He: &lt;em&gt;I have never ever eaten such food in my life..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know something is wrong.. and It is a vanja pughchi ani.. (a statement which looks like praise but something opposite will be the meaning)&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;dey too much. be happy that i've cooked for U getting up that early.&lt;/em&gt; (6 o clock yaar. almost midnight for me)&lt;br /&gt;He: ok.. ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real scene comes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A week later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;morning 7:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is eating the lemon rice prepared by my mom. Just then i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He (with a smirk) : &lt;em&gt;Amma, edhukku per than lemon ricea !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;( is it called Lemon rice!!!). &lt;em&gt;Paddu oru manja colour panni adhukkum idhe per than ma vecha &lt;/em&gt;( Paddu prepared a yellow rice and named it Lemon rice too).. :P..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me gritting my teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom : &lt;em&gt;dey, enda avala vambukku ezhunde erukara ? pannikudathalenu sandosha padu (&lt;/em&gt;y u r always pulling her leg. atleast be happy that she cooked) lovely mommy&lt;br /&gt;Me: (blushing)&lt;em&gt; dey amma is going next week to granny's place.&lt;/em&gt; (smirk) &lt;em&gt;aprum nee sottukku thindatanum &lt;/em&gt;(u have to struggle for food) :D.&lt;br /&gt;He (coolly): &lt;em&gt;Adhukku than erukkave erukku kaiyendi bhavan&lt;/em&gt; (hotel is there always).&lt;br /&gt;Makes face at me..&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Poda donkey, I'll see you next time&lt;/em&gt;" .. Grrrrrrrrr..Me grumbling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-115286201514425068?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/115286201514425068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=115286201514425068&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115286201514425068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115286201514425068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-experiments-with-cooking.html' title='My experiments with Cooking'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21583117.post-115278570234018102</id><published>2006-07-13T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T04:59:05.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrorism - An empathy</title><content type='html'>Mumbai July - 11 th 2006 7:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend (who lives in mumbai) tells me "Padma 3 serial bomb blasts in Mumbai.."&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked ... searched in all the sites to get as much information as I can..&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to know everybody I know are safe.. Praying god that everybody should be safe.. Though I know it is practically impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Next day when I woke up and my mother told bomb blasts in 7 local trains of mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't believe it.. How many lives are being affected? .. How many families are getting affected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why there are too much of terrorism nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our terrorist friend... I have few questions to ask u my dear pal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know dear pal you might not want to answer me.. Still ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to prove by doing this? Do you think you can become god and take away the life of people?&lt;br /&gt;do you know that there might be small kids in the train .. They may become a scientist, doctor , engineer , politician or even a terrorist like u..and u killed those poor little souls who didn't harm u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to kill you or advice you .. Dear pal.. No certainly not..&lt;br /&gt;If I feel like killing u then I should say u have succeeded in inculcating that poisonous seed in me.. and there will not be any difference between you and me..also unlike you I don't believe in terrorism as a solution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to know .. r u doing it for religious sake? does your religion gives u permission to take away other's life.. I am sure.. No religion teaches this.. all religions tries to teach love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do u get by killing those poor souls?&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure.. Money..Or something more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did they do you? What answers will you be able to give to those kids who lost their parents? Those siblings whose lost their siblings? Those people who lost their life partner? and all the more worst those poor old age people who lost their daughters and sons? Do u have a answer to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What solution does that bring to u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to ask you dear pal..&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever laid on ur mom's lap?&lt;br /&gt;Have your had a playful fight with ur siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever watched the kids play or have u ever played with them?&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever admired the nature?&lt;br /&gt;You should have done it to know the pleasure of it dear pal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made you come to this decision?&lt;br /&gt;is it ur poverty?&lt;br /&gt;is it ur religious adamance?&lt;br /&gt;is it ur anger towards society?&lt;br /&gt;is it jealousy that forced u? or&lt;br /&gt;is it ur unemployment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u ever regret of what u have done?&lt;br /&gt;have u ever thought that u can also lead a normal life like us?&lt;br /&gt;are u afraid to face the reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to punish you friend.. I don't want you to get punishment.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to enjoy the simple pleasures of life..and the most important of all To live the life and let the others live. I just want to u to leave the hatred and start loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what made you a terrorist, pal? what made you.. we are here to listen and tell you "Don't worry, everything will be alright".. I know ur scars run deep into heart. .. come here to us and we are here to cure ur wounds.. and to love u and to accept you among us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, the medicine of all wounds.. I believe it will cure our wounds and the wounds of our terrorist pals also so that future generations lives peacefully with out any hatred..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-115278570234018102?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/115278570234018102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=115278570234018102&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115278570234018102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115278570234018102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/07/terrorism-empathy.html' title='Terrorism - An empathy'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-115277722429590915</id><published>2006-07-13T00:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T00:53:44.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rains..Nature's blessings</title><content type='html'>As a chennaite, I don't get to enjoy the pleasures of rain often, except for last year when it rained like cats and dogs in chennai. People hardly could believe.. You have to believe that chennaites prayed to stop the rains :-) a very rare occurrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, it was raining very heavily outside and i was standing inside the house and watching it. Had it been my hometown , i would have enjoyed the pleasant smell of sand (mannvasanai) during and after rains.. too. Thanks to the City corporation, they have built roads and platform without leaving even a single inch of sand. so no sand smell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drop come and hit my face. god i felt like i'm on heaven.. that drop tasted like elixir yaar. .. Given a chance i would definitely gone and played. But couldn't because my mom says i have grown up (????????????) or i'll catch cold ( donno whether can i really hold it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the rains and re-living those moments when it used to come inside my house and becomes a pond (more or less like a small beach with tiny little waves) in the roads i travel during childhood... and an excuse to get wet in rains..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thought that came to mind before going inside the house is "Thank god the next year also there will not be any water scarcity".. typical chennaite :-).&lt;br /&gt;what to do.. You ought to be here to know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-115277722429590915?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/115277722429590915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=115277722429590915&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115277722429590915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115277722429590915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/07/rainsnatures-blessings.html' title='Rains..Nature&apos;s blessings'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-115269913703845609</id><published>2006-07-12T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T03:12:17.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things i luv the most..</title><content type='html'>some of the following are my week end activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Little short naps in the morning after 8 (amma pls ma 5 mins ma only 5 mins..)...and final 5 mins sleeping in her lap..&lt;br /&gt;2. drinking My mother Made tea while reading a novel&lt;br /&gt;3. Fighting with my mom and bro..&lt;br /&gt;4. Playing with my nephews/ niece per say any kids.. making strange faces at them and giving them chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;5. Taking maths tuition.... sitting among lots of school children&lt;br /&gt;6. Admiring nature. like skies birds..and trees from my kanchi house mottai madi (upstairs) . which i miss a lot nowadays&lt;br /&gt;7. non stop taking with my rakshi bro/frnz while pulling their legs..&lt;br /&gt;8. eating the hot food i enjoy the most at that time.&lt;br /&gt;9. getting wet in rains while driving in a deserted street full of trees.. i luv even walking in such streets chatting with my bros or frnz&lt;br /&gt;10. Afternoon TV shows/ listening to songs/Movies and a good nap while mom is complaining that i just then woke up..&lt;br /&gt;11. singing carnatic(bajans)/ cine song and irritating my brother with my Cuckoo voice:-)&lt;br /&gt;12. Eating icecream while i am having cold..and its really cold outside.&lt;br /&gt;13. Freaking out with my frnz..and teasing them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what i hate the most is MONDAY..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-115269913703845609?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/115269913703845609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=115269913703845609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115269913703845609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115269913703845609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/07/things-i-luv-most.html' title='Things i luv the most..'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-115269676411536349</id><published>2006-07-12T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T02:32:44.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My daily routine nowadays...</title><content type='html'>11:00 : Enter office. Enter login time.. swipe the card.. get in..&lt;br /&gt;11:05 : login and open mail box ( which i never close until i leave for the day)&lt;br /&gt;11:10 : check mails ( particularly c &amp; H from Rush otherwise send remainder to her on a regular interval till she sends)&lt;br /&gt;11:20 : reply all personal mails and ignore official mails (if any)&lt;br /&gt;11:21 : open orkut reply all scraps../ msgs/ approve reject friends requests&lt;br /&gt;11:30 : enter into Iyengar community and follow all scraps.. while reading blogs of some people. Mean while one of my colleague reminds me of my yesterday's pending work (***@@## he always remembers my work.. and i am replying yes ---- i'm doing it ..&lt;br /&gt;11:45 : see whether any work has come ..&lt;br /&gt;12:00 : check whether any of my frnz are active in company chat.. mokka pottufy with them&lt;br /&gt;1:00 : Lunch (ping my lunch partner and go to canteen.. our canteen frymes are good yaar)2:00 : after hard work in canteen come to seat.. check mails.. reply all personal mails..do some work. if mood is there..&lt;br /&gt;3.00 : nobody is there (play yahoo games..)&lt;br /&gt;4:00 : my friend has come. Chat with him..&lt;br /&gt;5:00 : Client had come . chat and ask him clarification.. Successfully postpone the work to next day.. tell him will be back after a coffee..&lt;br /&gt;5:30 : snacks time. go to Kapi kadai (a snack bar near my office ). have hot dog.. see eggless cake is available. ( rarely it is available yaar)&lt;br /&gt;6:00 : my rakhi brother has come online.. chat with him .. also appo appo (as and when) do some official work.&lt;br /&gt;8:00 : Time to leave... tell bye to all the chat windows that are open.. swipe the card. logout.. go home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be jealous of me :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-115269676411536349?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/115269676411536349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=115269676411536349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115269676411536349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115269676411536349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-daily-routine-nowadays.html' title='My daily routine nowadays...'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-115269324373776935</id><published>2006-07-12T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T01:59:41.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donthey..</title><content type='html'>My second nephew 2 yrs old ashwanth (photo copy of my 1st nephew) is very mischievous... he always tries to repeat what people say to him.. and the funniest part is he is not able to pronounce ka.. once my cousin had come and told him "nee poda" (you go or probably get lost is the real meaning) and he started telling " ne ne ne nee po" the way in which he tells is very good to hear that too the way in which he drags the word nee (you) . thank god he didn't get the word da..&lt;br /&gt;yesterday he was doing something mischievous.. i scolded him "donkey" (affectionately yaar).. and he started.. that's it. he pointed to himself and started saying "donthey.. donthey" and we all started laughing.. u should have heard him saying that yaar. it was really sweet in his voice.. Finally I distracted him and when my brother again told donkey .. he started again "donthey donthey donthey...):-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-115269324373776935?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/115269324373776935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=115269324373776935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115269324373776935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115269324373776935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/07/donthey.html' title='Donthey..'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-115260092032959514</id><published>2006-07-10T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T02:02:27.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date with my nephew..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, July 9th was my first nephew's Aakash 9th birthday. He is the first grand child of our house and also a sweetheart to all of us..he had been nagging me for quite sometime that he wants power ranger (u will understand only u have a couisn / kid watching the jetix channel all 24 hrs..) as his birthday gift.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning i totally forgot his b'day. he came home around 8 oclock wearing a new dress. If u r wondering how he came alone ( my sis and her family lives just two streets away).. My mom was the first to remember and wish him.. I wished him too.. (with a bit guilty conscious that i forgot to buy his b'day gift.)&lt;br /&gt;So i told him we can go to Toys Kemp in numgambakkam and he can choose his giftby ten. he started blushing and he told me that he has abacus class and so he will come only after the class ( so chweet know..)..and left my house..&lt;br /&gt;Sun TV was telecasting Alaipayuthey movie yesterday and i was very muchengrossed in it in my frnd's house. he came there asking itthi ( that's how he calls me from childhood) shall we go.. the movie was in the finishing stage, i told him we will go after 10 min.. then the movie got over and i met him on my way home. ..&lt;br /&gt;then started my date ... in my scooty pep we went to numgambakkam toys kemap and he had gone crazy seeing so many toys over there..and commented has in this not camp it is toys world :-) first we saw kelodioscope. though i didn't understand it much .. the sales woman was very keen in thalilakattifying ( forcibly sleeing it off ) on us.. thanks to aakash he run away to find his power rangers and some of the Jetix characters.. and we are saved from that lady. he had great confusion among the various colour rangers adn finaly chose white.. while i was trying to convince him to buy a puzzle book or some story book he was unconvinced and wanted white colour ranger and 1 more set of rangers.. finally i paid and left the place.. went to gangothri ( Chat center) .. typical child he wanted to taste everything finally settled with samosa and coke.. and ate it with some effort..&lt;br /&gt;the classic thing came in the part when we were travelling abck home. i asked him r u happy and the answer he gave me was. itthi nee vandu anda toys kempkku kudindu pona ella. anga enkitta budget sollitu , nee enkittaye choice vittu erundenna .. ennakku ennum sandhoshama irundurukkum.. ( that if u had left with my own choice would have even more happy).. although he chose his gifts..&lt;br /&gt;kids r kids.. u cannot satisfy them abt toys that soon..i told him next time we will do so..:-)and left him at home to rush to my school reunion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-115260092032959514?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/115260092032959514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=115260092032959514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115260092032959514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115260092032959514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/07/date-with-my-nephew.html' title='Date with my nephew..'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21583117.post-115226500014889876</id><published>2006-07-07T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T01:37:25.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first silk saree..</title><content type='html'>I got my first silk saree from my sister for her grahaprasvesam (house warming).. courtesy her mother in law.&lt;br /&gt;My sister and my mom went to explore the kumaran silk and finally got one self double sided border orange colour saree which is atleast 6 meters....&lt;br /&gt;just one week before my birthday i got the blouse stitched,, and i wore it ( more apt to say my mother tied it for me).. probably third time i'm wearing saree atleast as far i remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tie saree to others. but have hard time tying it on me.. very difficult u see that silk saree is very broad and lengthy. my mom some how managed to tie it with the help of pins..and as it was my birthday i went to temple.. u know the most uncomfortable i was with saree as usual.. my mom says unless u get used to u r going to suffer:-(..True yaar. i was wondering how people carry themselves well in saree. . it is impossible mission for me.. even my colleague(guy) says Padma u look so uncomfortable so better don't wear a saree. It was the first time i wore saree for ethnic day ( another horrible experience) the whole day i was sitting like a doll without doing any work.. and people said i'm behaving like a gal??????????@@@###### chalo back to the story..&lt;br /&gt;that day in temple, i felt like every single soul is looking at me and laughing.. and i couldn't concentrate on my prayers..&lt;br /&gt;rushed home and changed to salwar.. then i felt i'm back to normal:-) and taken an oath never to wear a saree in the near future:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-115226500014889876?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/115226500014889876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=115226500014889876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115226500014889876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115226500014889876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-first-silk-saree.html' title='My first silk saree..'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21583117.post-115226111053429945</id><published>2006-02-14T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T22:11:54.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bidding farewell</title><content type='html'>It is not that easy to say good bye.. Particularly when u feel that the person whom u r saying might not meet and all in future..&lt;br /&gt;Eyes full of tears and heart full of pain .. that's how all farewells are..&lt;br /&gt;Today i had to bid farewell to one of my close frnd ... and it was really difficult to digest that thought i no longer can roam around with her..can't call her and scold abt our company.. can't hug her.. can't meet her...&lt;br /&gt;it is really painful..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people make a lot of difference in our life in a very short span of life and she is one among them..&lt;br /&gt;This year i think is a farewell year..&lt;br /&gt;Last month to my cousin, two days before i had to bid farewell to my rakhee brothers.. and now to my friend..&lt;br /&gt;she climbed into the taxi and told me " yaar.. Padmasri tu bhi US aa ja yaar" ...&lt;br /&gt;though i know there r almost 0.0000001% chances for me to go to US that too to the same place she is going .... but still the thought makes me feel glad..&lt;br /&gt;people r asking am i missing them.. ya i'm missing them all .. but still i have to live my life.. have to do the boring work....&lt;br /&gt;and i tell to myself.. " don't worry u'll definitely meet them once again... and the world is so small..&lt;br /&gt;and i'm awaiting for new friends and new experiences..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-115226111053429945?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/115226111053429945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=115226111053429945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115226111053429945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/115226111053429945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/02/bidding-farewell.html' title='Bidding farewell'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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-21583117.post-113836798523687973</id><published>2006-01-27T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T05:19:45.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bangalore Trip</title><content type='html'>Last july 17,  i went to bangalore and it was like re- living the days of trivandrum.............&lt;br /&gt;Let me try Rush's( the dhronacharya for this eklavya,the oldest author of t15),  style to explain the things to u.................................&lt;br /&gt;After spending a full night awake in the train, Saturday morning around 9 o'clock i reached there. It was like very ordinary place ( people used to say very high of it) and i should say my assumptions abt bangalore proved to be wrong. But the climate was good exactly like trivandrum..............&lt;br /&gt;Around 10 o'clock i called Raman ( many people might not know y he badly wanted a transfer to bangalore and that part will be unveiled in the later part of this story). then basav and the one and only Rush ( who is bit of dull nowadays as harish is going abroad and more interesting facts are coming ahead so stay tuned)............ All of them promised to come and meet me in my cousin's place as i don't know bangalore......... i forgot to mention that one bee nicely bit me (which started swelling and by god's grace my hand is fine now) while i was talking to basav which made my bangalore trip even more rememberable.............................&lt;br /&gt;around 4 o'clock when i was scolding those people in my heart that they didn't come and meet me.......... the calling bell rang ding dong..ding dong............... when i open the door i was happy to c Raman and Basav............................ and they got heart attack to c me ( u will know y when c the snaps we took)...............&lt;br /&gt;After all introductory part is over, i called the so called author of t15 Ms Rush and asked her to join us. That dear darling gave a very good excuse that it is raining near her house and she cannot catch an auto (???????????!!!!!!). I think probably she would have got a call from bf (or is it gf) Heaven knows.............&lt;br /&gt;We chatted for more than an hour............... and we agreed to go out and debated on were to go........... The lover boy raman( do u know he has a gal frnd in bangalore and for her only he was desperate to bangalore from Mumbai, Rishi would b happy to hear this ) suggested to go to a family pub..................... while my beta basav bacha told that I (Padma) would not enjoy that........ so v'll go for a long walk.................&lt;br /&gt;v walked and walked and i wanted to go to eat something. so v caught an auto and went to 4th block ( where basav claimed a very good chat center is there but don't know its exact location)............. so we landed up in a restaurant. those two guys felt that the arial view is better rather than side view i mean to say they wanted to go to first floor than remaining at ground floor........ but as we went to first floor and we saw a board AC hall upstairs......... mera beta puch raha tha ki amma AC hall pe jana hai kya ........... as i said no (????????!!!!!!!!) then he decided chalo hum AC hall hi chalten hain.....................&lt;br /&gt;I had special bhel, raman grilled sandwhich and basav some chat ( i forgot the name yaar ) and a sweet ( all of us) vahan humne etna tamasha kiya, hum tenoan ki photo lene ki chakkar mein ( we got help from a waiter there) ..... that people started laughing at us. as usual since v'r buffallo skinned so v really didn't mind..........&lt;br /&gt;there Basav accepted his love for Vipin;-)) and recap of good old stories has been played..........................&lt;br /&gt;since Raman's gal frnd called him ( though v teased him to the extent, apne gal frnd ka naam tak nahi bataya)........ Basav read his fulll address book but didn't get a clue........he wanted to leave. so we left the restraurent and after taking a photo in the foot path.(another scene which we made) in raman's mobile phone which he promised to upload and sent it to me.............. raman literally ran towards his gal frnd (gal frnd paalna etni aasan hai kya huhhhhhh)....... Pata nahi kitna maar kaya usne apni gal frnd se still................&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of Pads( that's how he call me ) usne seh liya hoga ;-))))))))))). let us all pray that he has not been that beaten up that he was not even able to come to office today..............;-)&lt;br /&gt;then we again caught an auto .Basav dropped me at my cousin's place and i should say it was a very good evening for me atleast..................................;-)&lt;br /&gt;sunday morning sharp 7 o'clock my sis woke me up and told me to go to lalbag park for morning walk ( for which i'm regretting now). since my jiju is a pilot he made jog 2 kms ( half of the time i was walking) and made me do a lot of warm up exercises ......... as a result today i am not even able to move my legs properly. blood got clotted (saaaaaaaadddddddddd I Pity me) ...............&lt;br /&gt;we came home and then came my dear Rush's phone asking for Padma ( My aunt's care taker who attended the call, knows me only as paddu asked my aunt itself who is padma ) finally gave the phone to me. After that she made me call her as she was calling from her mobile (mean of her;-)) and came to meet me from her dance class....................................&lt;br /&gt;so finally we meet and as usual she ate 1 choc................. told me abt the stories of her friend ( atleast that was what she told ) and told me that she is in a hunt of a BF who can pay her shopping bills since her current GF(???????????!!!!!!!!) is getting married .&lt;br /&gt;She had to eat breakfast though she did acha bahana ki ( i have to go and eat in my house that too non veg) my aunt didn't leave her and made her eat.......&lt;br /&gt;My aunt in fact asked rush whether she is a bengali..........(????????????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and Rush was literally blushing.;-) and i told my aunt that there is a possibility...........&lt;br /&gt;V chated chatted chatted and finally she got to go and v took a snap and our dear rush left my place to go that romantic movie paheli with her friend...........................making a promise to meet me in chennai...( i bet she wouldn't)&lt;br /&gt;And finally everybody lived peacefully as i have started my journey towards chennai..................&lt;br /&gt;Here ends amateur author's bangalore trip..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583117-113836798523687973?l=bobby-scribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/feeds/113836798523687973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583117&amp;postID=113836798523687973&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/113836798523687973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583117/posts/default/113836798523687973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobby-scribble.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-bangalore-trip.html' title='My Bangalore Trip'/><author><name>Padma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747881224941406116</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></feed>
