<?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-8129625261716992780</id><updated>2012-02-04T11:53:31.339+05:30</updated><category term='Reviews'/><category term='Greek  Nike'/><category term='Intellect'/><category term='Office'/><category term='Exams'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Confessions'/><category term='Justin Bieber'/><category term='New year'/><category term='Men vs Women'/><category term='Feminism'/><category term='Women'/><category term='Chetan Bhagat'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='Intelligence'/><category term='Google'/><category term='Monster'/><category term='Chrome'/><category term='Just Do It'/><category term='Lady Gaga'/><category term='Resolutions'/><category term='CAT'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Conviction'/><category term='Marketing'/><category term='Facial Dynamics'/><category term='Winning'/><category term='Literature'/><category term='Ideas'/><category term='attitude'/><category term='Love and Loyalty'/><category term='Mini Menon'/><category term='Icons'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Vinutha , Quite Blogaholic!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinutha.net/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vinutha Narayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456099574465652307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW9ikLIwaMg/TyzOqW_9tLI/AAAAAAAABlU/nRGuFtCBSr4/s220/blog.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129625261716992780.post-2445451255890993711</id><published>2011-12-19T03:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-19T10:51:15.216+05:30</updated><title type='text'>On What My Nail Paint Speaks About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Of late, I havent been writing or reading anything much. &amp;nbsp;Oh yeah, creative indulgence is not happening these days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="clear: right; color: #cccccc; float: right; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L9HpIsnc9UU/Tu5pmejoFMI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/mM8MJIfIb1I/s200/nails_polish.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The best excuse I can provide is that I &amp;nbsp;didn't have any REAL &amp;amp; PERSONAL thing to write about. Now, here is one such incident that happened today which was quite a revelation for me about.... myself!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I was at GVK Mall when a long-lost school 'senior' [read bully-to-all] came up to me and said hello. Quite happy I was to see him after a long time! Some pleasantries and then those hyper- necessary &amp;nbsp;'how-do-you-do' questions. All this while I was making a desperate attempt to hold my carry bags properly. Suddenly, he looked at my hands [read nails] and gave a randomly ridiculous expression for which he was famous for in school. I was wondering what happened and looked in the same direction. Well, take a look at the conversation we have had :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Friend: Are you Gothic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Me: Whaattt?! [ I know I look a little sleep- deprived but what did you just say? ]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Friend: [with a tone that can intimidate Lady Gaga] I mean.. well.. your nails..the black nail paint.. black you see.. so I thought.. well, that is so Gothic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L9HpIsnc9UU/Tu5pmejoFMI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/mM8MJIfIb1I/s1600/nails_polish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Me: Black Nail Paint. Hence, Gothic? [I was drowning in a pool of self-pity] &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;For some heads up, the literal dictionary definition for gothic reads 'barbarous, crude way of or relating to a style of fiction that emphasizes the grotesque, mysterious, and desolate'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;grotesque? I am not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;mysterious? May be. Well, everyone is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;desolate? Are u kidding me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;At this point, I did not feel any need to defend myself because I was busy trying to accept that my nail paint did speak something about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My close friends would know that I am an avid lover of 'black'. This explains my obsession for black nail paint as well. According to me, anything in black never fails to impress :) After all, it is a color that signifies rebellion; boldness; attitude; deviation from conventional thinking and a lot more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Isn't the exquisitely sleek- looking bottle of nail polish, a thing of beauty in itself? Perhaps, John Keats wrote the poem 'A thing beauty is a joy forever' inspired by this. Okay, I'll tone it down now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Coming back to the 'guy who called me gothic'. I did not quite appreciate the 'gothic' tag for sporting black nail paint :) But certainly, this evening I had one learning though. And the learning is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;1. Little things do speak for itself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;2. MEN observe it. Even bullies. Oh my Gawd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Much to your and my relief, this is no girlie post. A little feminine, yes. Definitely not girlie. Glad to seal this post to a finish; fiercely defending the color black all the way. &amp;nbsp;Not even sure if this made sense. Insomnia inspires you to do many things. This is one example :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Before I sign off. What do you think I answered to his question?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Me: Yes! I am Gothic. So what? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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With 400 other bright &amp;amp; inspired youth from various parts of the country, this is quite a thrill. The aim &amp;amp; objective of the TJY is to bring about a social change. More about being the change that we would like to see around us. &amp;nbsp;I think this emphasis itself offers a great learning experience!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kuttappi.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/tata-jagriti-yatra-train.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://kuttappi.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/tata-jagriti-yatra-train.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, why am I so excited about it? I was just waiting for this question. The answer is, I got selected! I got selected to be a part of &amp;nbsp;the Jagriti Yatra'11. &amp;nbsp;Mega- journey as I call it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first time I heard about it, I was awe- struck at the tremendous initiative taken up by the Jagriti &amp;nbsp;Group.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine receiving nearly 15,000 applications from people across the country &amp;amp; some from&amp;nbsp;other countries as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine screening &amp;amp; selecting only 400 out of these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine organizing travel for 15 days for these 400 participants from different countries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine getting the best role models onboard &amp;amp; striving towards giving the best possible exposure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine being a part of it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This itself is a great example of a dynamic &amp;amp; exciting leadership!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll wake up at a different state &amp;amp; city everyday as we travel across the country while we learn &amp;amp; explore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bzg1shfZyyA&amp;amp;list=FLTHDFZ0rKkHLPoh49HH7DZg&amp;amp;index=4&amp;amp;feature=plpp_video"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;[one of my favorites] &amp;nbsp;made by a TJY alumnus &amp;amp; u'll get a flavor of the entire concept. Please visit &lt;a href="http://www.jagritiyatra.com/"&gt;www.jagritiyatra.com&lt;/a&gt; to know more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am looking&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;at this &amp;nbsp;as a great opportunity &amp;amp; exposure. Travel time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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You will have more clarity soon!" Needless to say, I merely understood the language he used but not his tone. I used to be a slow-coach when it came to picking up sarcasm from people I least expected it from. But hey, now things have changed.. for good!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-9830058-1");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://o5.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/woman-thinking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://o5.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/woman-thinking.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It has been 3 years ever since I &amp;nbsp;heard that comment. And, I am still confused..but on a higher level. You would want to call it evolution may be &amp;amp; possibly humor me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The other day, unable to drive myself in the 'two-roads-diverged-in-the-yellow-woods-syndrome', I decided to actually think it over &amp;amp; understand how I could derive more clarity in my life than expected normally.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I began thinking ( read wondering), how a few people had such good clarity about what they wanted out of their lives! There began an awe- inspiring slideshow of a few people in my mind who are quite &lt;i&gt;Clear &amp;amp; Content&lt;/i&gt; with their lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;After all, being 'clear in the mind' &amp;amp; 'content at heart' helps people achieve fabulously, I know! Take Steve Jobs for instance. Being quite content pushes you to stay hungry &amp;amp; hungry again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Let me take you through my slide-show that features people I have met in a while.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Saranath&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;One hell of a thinker &amp;amp; can engage anyone in a wonderful dialogue with effortless conviction. Now heres one person who has at least a hazy picture of what things look like for him in the next few years, months, weeks, days or even hours [ can you beat that? ] Besides, he has built that personality- empire for himself with a great amount of clarity. Again,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Clear &amp;amp; Content&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Lopa Ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;One of my breakfast-buddies at office these days. First look- Intelligent, hardworking &amp;amp; extremely committed. She perhaps&amp;nbsp;epitomizes&amp;nbsp;Nike philosophy of 'Just Do It', working on whatever comes on her way &amp;amp; treats it with a clear vision. Do I even need to say,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Clear &amp;amp; Content&lt;/i&gt;.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Karthik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Frivolous, easy- going, hard-working &amp;amp; way too flattered with his sense of humor :) No matter what things seem like, he sports an attitude &amp;amp; is aware of what life has to offer to him. No harm in being realistic, nay? Once again,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Clear &amp;amp; Content&lt;/i&gt;..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Harshil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Yet another colleague who loves doing what he does with no trail of confusion of any sort. Though he does blush occasionally, everything else about him is so motivating. An aspirer, smart- worker &amp;amp; &amp;nbsp;does not fail to stay un-cluttered in his mind. Yes,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Clear &amp;amp; Content&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Maneesha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Silent. Very hardworking. Silent. Dedicated &amp;amp; most importantly, positive. Silent again.. well please follow that pattern as it is the reality :) No matter what she has to take up, she is never treading the LOC [Line of Confusion] as I call it. Oh yeah,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Clear &amp;amp; Content&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vinutha, Thats Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eh..Drama? Always! Self- obsessed? Yes :) Hardworking? I dont want to fool myself. Clear? Good joke. Content? Oh my!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Where are the rest of the adjectives gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Being clear in my mind is not even a scanty definition to the way I think. I am perennially confused with a great deal of over- analysis. Is it wrong to try thinking far when I know it will only breed more confusion? I somehow lost that algorithm in my thought- programming.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clear &amp;amp; Content&lt;/i&gt;- Will I ever get there?&amp;nbsp;Perhaps, that is why, I wonder why! What would you say? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129625261716992780-1256441681748365372?l=vinutha.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinutha.net/feeds/1256441681748365372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2011/10/i-wonder-why.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/1256441681748365372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/1256441681748365372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2011/10/i-wonder-why.html' title='I Wonder Why'/><author><name>Vinutha Narayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456099574465652307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW9ikLIwaMg/TyzOqW_9tLI/AAAAAAAABlU/nRGuFtCBSr4/s220/blog.png'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129625261716992780.post-4653674755455652189</id><published>2011-10-06T21:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-06T22:12:36.867+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Icons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chrome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Gaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin Bieber'/><title type='text'>Web Spectacle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Marketing is my passion I must say because no other subject has intrigued me to this extent! I was talking to a few friends of mine at office over breakfast about 'marketing on the web'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A few ads by Google for &amp;nbsp;Chrome that are so thoughtfully crafted. Lady Gaga &amp;amp; Justin Bieber are such clever marketers. Successful, oh yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mother Monster, Lady Gaga&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/sDPJ-o1leAw/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sDPJ-o1leAw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sDPJ-o1leAw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teen Sensation, Justin Bieber&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/LXH2T4IbXTw/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LXH2T4IbXTw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LXH2T4IbXTw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What is that 'one' marketing lesson you would take away from these icons?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tell me, I am all ears! ;)&amp;nbsp;&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/8129625261716992780-4653674755455652189?l=vinutha.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinutha.net/feeds/4653674755455652189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2011/10/web-spectacle.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/4653674755455652189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/4653674755455652189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2011/10/web-spectacle.html' title='Web Spectacle'/><author><name>Vinutha Narayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456099574465652307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW9ikLIwaMg/TyzOqW_9tLI/AAAAAAAABlU/nRGuFtCBSr4/s220/blog.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129625261716992780.post-1208349804418058101</id><published>2011-08-08T21:06:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-08T21:14:10.967+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You would'nt want to miss this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.livestreampro.com/samsung/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Samsung Galaxy Tab 750 Launch" border="0" height="300" src="http://www.indiblogger.in/images/meetings/127/banner.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Off late I have had a lot of 'I-wanna-blog-too' moments, owing to the really long break I have taken. It has been a good one year, yes, ONE YEAR now. Well, with this post, I celebrate my own home-coming to the blogosphere ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1WUEa3_KJ4/TfRk1hpuRnI/AAAAAAAAAts/iQ841wXstz8/s1600/menversuswomen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1WUEa3_KJ4/TfRk1hpuRnI/AAAAAAAAAts/iQ841wXstz8/s320/menversuswomen.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Before you read this one, you would like to take a read at this &lt;a href="http://vinutha.net/2010/05/when-god-made-men-he-was-kidding-1.html"&gt;post &lt;/a&gt;. Not that I think you would have forgotten, but it has been long enough for anyone to even remember there did exist a blog of mine ! The part 2 is incomplete without the part 1 like the twilight series. Oops, I cant stop branding myself or may be I cant get Edward out of my mind?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The Coffee Day incident seems a little silly to some; trivial to some; or may be, funny to some. But I have a different angle to look at it. I feel it is very true unless you want to ignore the truth &amp;amp; humor me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It is very simple. The catch phrase here is, read again, CATCH PHRASE! My good friend Malora Fernandes, a lady with a truly elite thought process told me this two- liner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When Men make fun of Women, It is called Humor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When Women make fun of Men, It is called Feminism!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;How true!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I still remember when I was an audience at an event. One session of the event has a round &amp;nbsp;where people where asked to speak on random, really random, topics. Each one in the hall had their turn. The topics thrown at most men were ranging from Marriage to Women. The young &amp;amp; the not-so-young had their own take. It seemed like everyone was laughing, bound to laugh in fact purely owing to the majority. They called it 'sarcastic humor'. You would'nt want to attract attention by sporting a straight face, would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And the laughter therapy went on for a while &amp;amp; needless to say, it was very entertaining. The climate in the hall was very refreshing. Suddenly, few women were chosen to speak. Land of equal opportunties, eh? Pardon me , if I sound like Shobha De ;) Topics for them ranged from Diamonds to Men. All of them were vocal &amp;amp; vivacious. They spoke their mind out, free &amp;amp; loud. This time it was their turn to go the slapstick way &amp;amp; poke fun at men with just as much FACTS as there was logic to it. The climate now did not seem frivolous any more. Most men had a tight, rather worried look on their face. A few looked as if they were going to start applauding once they would finish.And they did! Once the ladies finished their talk, they called it Feminism!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Being a part of the &amp;nbsp;'I-am-not-girl-not-a-woman-yet' gang, I began thinking about this perception among people about feminism. The concept of feminism is very simple. Holding men &amp;amp; women equal in their eyes. It could'nt get simpler than this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I know I am tempting you to be a part of an ongoing debate, but this is no Men vs Women. I have grown up, come on, or may be I have given up ? ;) Now, what do you think about it? I was recently told - 'To be a better person, you should ask more &amp;amp; say less'. So I will play the graceful angel &amp;amp; let you have the last word :) Go on, say it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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NO ! I am not &amp;amp; nor have I ever been preachy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/S_AVaw3PqbI/AAAAAAAAAdU/sew9uXa5fJk/s1600/men-vs-women-jpg.jpeg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/S_AVaw3PqbI/AAAAAAAAAdU/sew9uXa5fJk/s320/men-vs-women-jpg.jpeg.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Before I can pour out my views , just run through this conversation I over-heard [ unintentionally though ] at Coffee Day among a group of friends &amp;nbsp;[ healthy percentage of both boys and girls ] . Their conversation slowly slipped off into the &amp;nbsp;MEN vs WOMEN . Yours truly , here are their &amp;nbsp;dialogues :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Boy 1 : &amp;nbsp;Dude ! Look at that T Shirt quote on that person ! It read&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Men are from earth . Women are &amp;nbsp; from earth . Deal with it .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Boy 2 :&amp;nbsp;Classic ! So true . . Putting up with girls is hard ! Dude it is &amp;nbsp;pure science . In fact rocket-science or may be&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;even more complex !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;[ And the boys begin laughing .. laughing loud enough to make all the others look at them in wry horror . The girls however were busy sipping-in their cold coffee &amp;nbsp;, uninterrupted &amp;nbsp;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Boy 3 : [The one who thought it was his moral responsibility to present his view point or else&amp;nbsp;the world would end without it , you see ] &amp;nbsp;Look ! The trouble is &amp;nbsp;girls &amp;nbsp;dont know what they&amp;nbsp;really want themselves .. That's blunt man ..Blunt !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;[ And the boys-brigade get enough reason to kick start their constipated laughter riot all over again . This time people around are already used to it. That includes me. Who says our society is not tolerant ? ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Boy 1 :&amp;nbsp;Girls are just confused creatures and nothing else . They are just that &amp;nbsp;and &amp;nbsp;we have to deal&amp;nbsp;with it .&amp;nbsp;[ And I could sense the aura around him as he threw up these lines . He felt as if&amp;nbsp;he was a saviour and has attempted the most invincible , incredible task ever ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;[ And here our girls break their silence . Finally ! Probably they finished their mugs of coffee . Look how composed they are . They heard the whole conversation without feeling any need to jump and justify . Now , they slowly counter them ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Girl 1 &amp;nbsp;:&amp;nbsp;Excuse me , Guys ! The T-shirt quote also means that even WOMEN need to put up with&amp;nbsp;MEN. After all you are not FLAWLESS creatures . In fact we take in more crap from men&amp;nbsp;and still&amp;nbsp;hold on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Girl 2 :&amp;nbsp;Yeah ! What's with this girls-are-confused theory ??! We are just &amp;nbsp;slow to give in &amp;nbsp;and slower to give up . That &amp;nbsp;is what accounts to our patience . Unlike guys ! They jump in&amp;nbsp;and jump out like its nobody's business .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;[ Probably there are only a very FEW exceptions to &amp;nbsp;universal thumb rule . Well , I feel the need to intervene as I consider myself the much-needed moderator here in this blog post . I did not really do it there though ! Come on , I dont fancy being an uninvited speaker ] &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Boy 1 :&amp;nbsp;Cut the crap , alright ! Come on you are sounding like Feminists ! Dont expect us to listen to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;all that , Ok !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Boy 2 :&amp;nbsp;Exactly ! &amp;nbsp;This is something that makes you sound like medieval &amp;nbsp;feminist authors ....blah&amp;nbsp;blah.. ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The rest of the discussion is irrelevant to us . The boys changed the topic much to the girls' resistance &amp;nbsp;and began discussing about&amp;nbsp;matters that match their intellect the best . Yes ! Their latest girl-friend (s) . &amp;nbsp;Peace !! &amp;nbsp;Amen !! Relieved ?! &amp;nbsp;But I am not !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;This is where my &amp;nbsp;thinking began . I cant wait but let you all know what I think is so wrong with the very perception of men about FEMINISM . That is coming up in the next post .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Do let me know what comes to your mind when you think about this trivial yet considerable discussion &amp;nbsp;:) Waiting for your take !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Loyalty'/><title type='text'>Ode to One-sided Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/S-tt0NYiJ0I/AAAAAAAAAdE/iadxB1M_-Io/s1600/2381801107_b59c72fcda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 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sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I feel stirred .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;With soulful strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;that tie me down to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Her eyes shine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;in my gaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;that outline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;the warmth I chase. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I choke with tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;with no shoulders to cry on !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I fight my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and struggle to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I see ‘how‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;but I cant see ‘why’ .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Its only now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;that I realize life . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Silly it is to feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;love and still cry !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;For I ask ‘ Why’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and she asks ‘Why not’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s strange indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;To let go …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Her light and her breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;That forms my cosmos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I seek ! I ask !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Silence masters it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I feel ! I swear !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There’s nothing like her after all !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I hold on to her with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;a ‘promise‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Within me I hold eternal loyalty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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No ! It was neither with a dentist nor a lawyer . It was an appointment with an author !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It took me 3 hours and 40 minutes to sail through a wonderful story narrated to me by Sandeep Sudhakaran through the pages of his book HAUNTING SILHOUETTES - A stroll down the memory lane . His first work of fiction !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/S7QaaftM8SI/AAAAAAAAAYc/p9bP_SZGuUc/s1600/Haunting%2BSilhouettes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="color: #80726c; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/S7QaaftM8SI/AAAAAAAAAYc/p9bP_SZGuUc/s200/Haunting%2BSilhouettes.JPG" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(124, 128, 108); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(124, 128, 108); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(124, 128, 108); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(124, 128, 108); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 4px;" width="123" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sandeep is my dear friend who is a software developer working for the automotive industry . I have known Sandeep as a very nice &amp;amp; cheerful guy with a great sense of self - belief .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I read his book with a lot of gusto and here I am to present it's review to my readers . Take a read :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As you read the review I think I am going to sound like Shobha De , alright ?! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It took me a pleasant read of 3 hours and 40 minutes precisely .. I would have taken less time but thanks to my lecturer who caught me red handed twice while reading it in the classoom ! This arrested my speed :P The book , it's pages and it's stories offer a captivating read .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The story opens with Shalini who tells us about her childhood , young days and how she met her husband Prabhat . She's in a very happy family until she discovers a poem written by her husband which she just could'nt decipher . It is mysterious ! As she explores the poem , come alive , a plethora of real -life characters which form the streaks of the story .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The entire book runs along strings of ego , emotions , suspense , love , tragedy , mystery , betrayal , friendship .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_152594826"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_152594827"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You need to read it to dive into the story and FEEL it literally . Among so many characters , you will identify yourself with atleast one character that holds a tale to tell ! I bet !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The language Sandeep uses will convey the essence to you right on . His examples , way of sketching characters , their images , STYLE of writing made me visualise every details of the story frame by frame and scene by scene . I would love to wrap this one and give it a name&amp;nbsp;' Sandeep's Scintillating Story ' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You could check out his blog to capture more ideas of this refreshing writer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wheniwentout.blogspot.com/" style="color: #b3b3b3; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;http://wheniwentout.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Did I sound like Shobha De ?! Well , I give you the benefit of doubt ;) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129625261716992780-1814589243584289649?l=vinutha.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinutha.net/feeds/1814589243584289649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2010/04/3-hour-40-minute-appointment_01.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/1814589243584289649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/1814589243584289649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2010/04/3-hour-40-minute-appointment_01.html' title='A 3-hour-40-minute appointment !'/><author><name>Vinutha Narayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456099574465652307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW9ikLIwaMg/TyzOqW_9tLI/AAAAAAAABlU/nRGuFtCBSr4/s220/blog.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/S7QaaftM8SI/AAAAAAAAAYc/p9bP_SZGuUc/s72-c/Haunting%2BSilhouettes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129625261716992780.post-8872646507428764448</id><published>2010-02-22T12:52:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-03T19:56:24.336+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winning'/><title type='text'>Winning - A habit ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really mind if I am skipping this hour's class at college&amp;nbsp;while &amp;nbsp;uploading this post . I do so because my mind is too busy thinking! This feels better and more rewarding than listening to a marathon of 'case laws' and 'accounting principles' :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/S4IwiT07ThI/AAAAAAAAATs/fimYjK8hMyI/s1600-h/CONTEST3-main_Full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="192" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/S4IwiT07ThI/AAAAAAAAATs/fimYjK8hMyI/s200/CONTEST3-main_Full.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I bunked this class began with this idea coming up in my mind. I better elaborate upon it or else I might not be able to justify 'missing a class' [ though I think&amp;nbsp;I am&amp;nbsp;not really answerable to anyone :D ]&amp;nbsp;Well , let me take off now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have listened to many grown-ups tell me the worn-out one - liner&amp;nbsp;during contests and events , " Dont even think about winning , just participate . It is participation which counts '. I think this has seriously lost charm ! I claim to differ from this notion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I humbly believe that participation is sacred and it leads to everything else but&amp;nbsp;should not be the sole purpose of giving&amp;nbsp; a fight. Those who think participation is the sole essence are either not competent from within or have lost it ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World icons ranging from&amp;nbsp; Warren Buffet to Richard Branson&amp;nbsp;are known to us because they have been winners ! Can you imagine all&amp;nbsp; these spectacularly successful people getting into the play just because they want to play ?! They really want to win and that is what makes them a breed apart . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mere participation is nobody's concern except those who dont&amp;nbsp;do it. If&amp;nbsp;our heart does not ache for winning and&amp;nbsp;to top it with excellence [ without excellence&amp;nbsp;,&amp;nbsp;winning is not worth&amp;nbsp;it :)&amp;nbsp;] then I think we are not running hard ! &amp;nbsp;At the end of the day , it is a great fantastic feeling to composite the cream of the group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without that ' obsessive desire ' to win , I guess there is no fizz in life .&amp;nbsp; It is our mind-set that needs to be altered NOW&amp;nbsp; for the world out there is all bent on crushing competition.&amp;nbsp;Nothing like winning. Nothing like it at all ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winning is a habit and so is losing ! It clearly tells us that we are what we chose to be .&lt;br /&gt;By the way , does it make your mind screech in joy when it's said&amp;nbsp;" And the winner is ...&amp;nbsp;YOU !!! " ?! If you say a 'Yeah' , then welcome to the club :)&amp;nbsp;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129625261716992780-8872646507428764448?l=vinutha.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinutha.net/feeds/8872646507428764448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2010/02/winning-habit.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/8872646507428764448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/8872646507428764448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2010/02/winning-habit.html' title='Winning - A habit ?!'/><author><name>Vinutha Narayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456099574465652307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW9ikLIwaMg/TyzOqW_9tLI/AAAAAAAABlU/nRGuFtCBSr4/s220/blog.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/S4IwiT07ThI/AAAAAAAAATs/fimYjK8hMyI/s72-c/CONTEST3-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129625261716992780.post-4475486726764146060</id><published>2010-01-09T15:19:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:05:34.842+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chetan Bhagat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Even Coffee Could Get Me High !</title><content type='html'>'I write only when I'm moved to' says Anuradha Sengupta , the host of the show 'Beautiful People' on CNBC TV 18 . I also hold the same view !! Would that mean , I am really moved to write now ??! The conclusive answer would be- Yeah !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/S0hQ4w45FSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/86V7QuAg-tM/s1600-h/images+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/S0hQ4w45FSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/86V7QuAg-tM/s320/images+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I can begin , let me tell you about a fact that I am embarrassed about !&amp;nbsp;Well, I am a significant non - reader . Though I am tempted to replace the word 'non' with 'seldom' or 'not-so-often' , I choose not to do it ! The outline of truth would then be lost :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently read 2 states by Chetan Bhagat ! Well, those fanatic readers out there would exclaim a bah ! bcuz &amp;nbsp;the book was released many months back . I managed to read it only now with my sluggish appetite for reading :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/S0hQkwosSyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/6hWkdwGOcrU/s1600-h/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/S0hQkwosSyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/6hWkdwGOcrU/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got my hands on the book , I turned the first pages with astronomical expectations of the author . Afterall he has made Indians read like never before !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beginning of the book talks about IIM A , campus life , his wife and girls at IIM in general . The story then progresses to how the entire family of the boy had to fall in love with the family [ or even extended clan &amp;nbsp;sometimes ] of his potential wife or the prospective bride !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way he spins humour out of the situations and his liberal use of harmless sarcasm with words could make you laugh without reluctance about marriage in Indian scenario .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I loved about the book was Chetan's ability to present reality to the readers mercilessly and hilariously by brushing off the rosy picture [ as presented by Bollywood most of the time ] .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing is clear that LOVE can be marketed &amp;nbsp;to clear off the highest mark in the country!:P Perhaps it has the aphrodisiac strategic potential and that's the reason it captures the centre of every story and every plot :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chetan Bhagat has a way with people and no wonder he is such a master - narrator ! Cant really call it racy but it is good enough for a captivating read !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to forget , before you begin to wander between his lines , you could also pair up a mug of coffee !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chetan and Caffeine with that crisp story could get you high , you never know &amp;nbsp;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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It's a marketing hype, we know . It's a socio-psychological hype too !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child , I evolved into a &amp;nbsp;programmed being to look UP to 'new year' as a flawless, new beginning . I dont think it is exaggeration if I say that most of us attempt to re-incarnate ourselves from the abysmal to the mighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/Sz3Hl0qpsnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/cpdXbCtvTII/s1600-h/how-to-apply-eyeshadow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/Sz3Hl0qpsnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/cpdXbCtvTII/s200/how-to-apply-eyeshadow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have had innumerable resolutions designed and planned with utmost gusto &amp;nbsp;till date. Needless to say the plans that have materialised are not even close to my distant memory !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed futile and not-so-rational to vow solemnly for something for a period as long as a year when we are not sure about our moves for the very next moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been years when I forgot my resolution that was declared pompously in january when the year crawled to a fag end in December .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes ! That's the reason I am game for an all new resolution-free new year as I move on to treat every day like a separate entity . This year , I am sure no March and no October will pass by leaving me disappointed !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I call each day a new beginning ?? Depth ! As I sense over the sediments of comfortable thinking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-9830058-1");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129625261716992780-558053045229788361?l=vinutha.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinutha.net/feeds/558053045229788361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2010/01/confessions-of-resolved.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/558053045229788361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/558053045229788361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2010/01/confessions-of-resolved.html' title='Confessions of the Resolved'/><author><name>Vinutha Narayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456099574465652307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW9ikLIwaMg/TyzOqW_9tLI/AAAAAAAABlU/nRGuFtCBSr4/s220/blog.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/Sz3Hl0qpsnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/cpdXbCtvTII/s72-c/how-to-apply-eyeshadow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129625261716992780.post-4722885342129154830</id><published>2009-12-12T21:37:00.017+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:06:38.357+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intellect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intelligence'/><title type='text'>A Breed Apart !!</title><content type='html'>Yours truly. I confess that I am another product of our conventional education system . Incidentally I have managed to leap out of school without being branded a 'nerd' and to my relief I have not stayed&amp;nbsp; with low grades either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/SyPA0FPrU9I/AAAAAAAAAMs/g843TGJiSnM/s1600-h/200326477-005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/SyPA0FPrU9I/AAAAAAAAAMs/g843TGJiSnM/s200/200326477-005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me ! I never felt intrigued at classes when the teacher tried her best to do so with her gloriously bygone concepts in physics and chemistry .Even the classic subjects never managed to arouse my curiosity . Literary subjects&amp;nbsp; managed to just&amp;nbsp; give me pleasant surprises .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics was never on my charts as I shared a strained relationship with it. It's below my esteem to talk about subjects that would bore me to death and show me the gates to hell !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact , let me face it ! Nothing caught my attention for too long though a few facts occasionally interested me. But there has been one idea or a quest I should say , that has held me haunted !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my level best to figure out an answer for the question that lingered in my mind but it did not come easy . The moment I would boil down to a conclusion to offer explanation , my views would change and doubts would double !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well .. The question is not very difficult but is not too easy either . I was trying to understand and appreciate the difference between an INTELLECTUAL&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; an INTELLIGENT . Both the words would come as flattering compliments at school but often their true meaning is not fully digested .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experiments in the labs of my brain helps me figure out the difference to make a point that may not be right but is not wrong altogether .The&amp;nbsp; dictionary says, in fact, that intelligence is the capacity to acquire and apply knowledge and intellect is an ability to think in depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think intelligence is a form of faculty of thought ; something that is the raw aptitude of the person which forms the core of his mental abilities . Intellect is however the superior powers of the mind which is an extension to the basic thinking set up . I think it is more analytical , abstract and profound as compared to&amp;nbsp; intelligence which is relative and individual based .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an academic scholar reflects intelligence where as the witty application of this knowledge amounts to intellect . When I am trying to imbibe something into me , I am being intelligent . When I am interpreting something , I am being intellectual .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I showcase my ability to handle complex things , I am being intelligent . When I show my prowess in handling complicated things , I am being intellectual . I strongly feel both the terms are very related but draw a thin line of difference between them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day , It's gratifying to know that, both the words are impressive remarks that could be made on the worthy. These words are such corals of praise ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most abstract questions do not really end with a concrete answer very soon , After all , an answer to a few questions gives me deep satisfaction that's worth a million ! I may not have given the right answer but yes ! I have asked the right question !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In pursuit of the answer to become a part of the Intelligentsia - the Thinkers , the Know-ers &amp;amp; the Do-ers !!&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent or Intellectual ??!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-9830058-1");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129625261716992780-4722885342129154830?l=vinutha.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinutha.net/feeds/4722885342129154830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2009/12/breed-apart.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/4722885342129154830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/4722885342129154830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2009/12/breed-apart.html' title='A Breed Apart !!'/><author><name>Vinutha Narayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456099574465652307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW9ikLIwaMg/TyzOqW_9tLI/AAAAAAAABlU/nRGuFtCBSr4/s220/blog.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/SyPA0FPrU9I/AAAAAAAAAMs/g843TGJiSnM/s72-c/200326477-005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129625261716992780.post-7788306738350231743</id><published>2009-10-27T18:46:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:06:58.789+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Loyalty'/><title type='text'>A Solemn Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1 {page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/SubydU-TWkI/AAAAAAAAALs/4hBLDpCrazc/s1600-h/silence.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/SubydU-TWkI/AAAAAAAAALs/4hBLDpCrazc/s200/silence.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Her eyes shone &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;in my gaze &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;that had worn &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;the warmth I’d chase. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I see ‘how‘&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;but I cant see ‘why’ .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Its only now &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;that I realize life .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Its so silly to feel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;love and still cry !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;For I ask ‘ Why’ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;and she asks ‘Why not’ .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I seek ! I ask !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Silence masters it all&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I swear&amp;nbsp; indeed !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;There’s nothing like her , after all !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I hold on to her with&amp;nbsp; a ‘promise‘&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Within me I hold eternal loyalty... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Men of different multitudes might have different feelings associated with this word . My world&amp;nbsp; and my thinking helps me&amp;nbsp; understand this intense emotion as ' the extent to which I agree with myself'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is satirical to see that many a time we end up taking decisions ( personal or otherwise ) without being able to justify it to our own inner selves.&lt;br /&gt;Yet , there could be times when we stand for ourselves ; know perfectly that we are right&amp;nbsp; and end up getting rejected by the cold world outside ! Painful , Isnt it ???&lt;br /&gt;But why should you and I care when we know that the sun can bear the testimony to what we did ?? Who cares what the others think for I am sure they would'nt know the soil that we stand on ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that is what inspired Socrates to die for his conviction ! For people may lament over his death , but they would never pity him ! To him death brought more glory than anything else did .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I find I am doing the right thing which is parting ways with what others think , I am helpless to be shaken in my pants !! I stir the depths of my soul and question myself a 100 times if I am doing the right thing... When my conviction tells me the 100th time too , that I am right&amp;nbsp; , then I just go ahead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be a martyr of thought !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to let my true conviction get laid dead in the grave !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to chase my lethal strength and convincing energy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I still find myself alone in the battle of defending my thought , I pacify myself saying that I have indeed been a winner in standing up for myself ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And needless to say ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; The Winner Stands Alone&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;zIt is so stunning yet so simple ! It is indeed magical yet mild !!It takes the power of just a minute to understand this profound thing beacuse simpe things are profound !!! I am growing alarmingly curious and passionate about understanding the essence  ' conviction ' . Men of different multitudes might have different feelings associated with this word . My world  and my thinking helps me  understand this intense emotion as ' the extent to which I agree with myself' . It is satirical to see that many a time we end up taking decisions ( personal or otherwise ) without being able to justify it to our own inner selves. Yet , there could be times when we stand for ourselves ; know perfectly that we are right  and end up getting rejected by the cold world outside ! Painful , Isnt it ??? But why should you and I care when we know that the sun can bear the testimony to what we did ?? Who cares what the others think for I am sure they would'nt know the soil that we stand on ...Perhaps that is what inspired Socrates to die for his conviction ! For people may lament over his death , but they would never pity ! To him death brought more lory than anything else did .  Whenever I find I am doing the right thing which is parting ways with what others think , I am helpless to be shaken in my pants !! I stir the depths of my soul and question myself a 100 times if I am doing the right thing... When my conviction tells me the 100th time too , that I am right  , then I just go ahead.. Trying to be a martyr of thought ! Trying not to let my true conviction get laid dead grave ! Trying to chase my lethal strength and cosmic energy ! And when I still find myself alone in the battle of defending my thought , I pacify myself saying that I have indeed been a winner in standing up for myself ... And needless to say ,  The Winner Stands Alone  !!! var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-9830058-1");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129625261716992780-3968913918864347994?l=vinutha.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinutha.net/feeds/3968913918864347994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2009/10/heavy-duty-thought.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/3968913918864347994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/3968913918864347994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2009/10/heavy-duty-thought.html' title='A Heavy-Duty Thought !'/><author><name>Vinutha Narayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456099574465652307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW9ikLIwaMg/TyzOqW_9tLI/AAAAAAAABlU/nRGuFtCBSr4/s220/blog.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/StnO3tab7xI/AAAAAAAAAK0/pMhbu-4_TOo/s72-c/6a00d83451d87169e200e54f6d2f0b8834-800wi.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129625261716992780.post-5505626042622989134</id><published>2009-09-12T18:44:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:08:02.733+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Breathtakingly Beautiful !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/SquejE9TFcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ciP4zXPQ6xI/s1600-h/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/SquejE9TFcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ciP4zXPQ6xI/s400/images.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At college , being a Management student ,&amp;nbsp; I studied a dynamic subject called ' Organizational Behaviour '. Through out the semester , I could hear many think-tanks talking about the principle of ' Operant Conditioning '. The famed theory that adorns every question paper without any miss in the turn !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is best understood with the much-abused example of TV Commercials and Ad's. I sometimes wonder if lecturers quote any other example at all ! They perhaps got conditioned to it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could have a break up of the words then this is what it would mean. Operant - some force operating on the target entity Ex . peer pressure  influencing teenagers to switch to current trends in terms of dressing , outlook or even the " most happening slang " may be :). Conditioning - the slow yet strategic process of moulding the mind or habituating it to the change . It is nothing but ' Content Reinforcement ' . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be still stuck in the rut  and so I will quote the same example too !  With Saif and Kareena popping up every now and then with their Airtel ad's , one cant help but remember them , their product , their endorsement and not to forget , their chemistry !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This continuous process will operate on the minds of the viewer and hence he will be influenced positively [ hopefully ! ] This will tempt the buyer and propel him towards going-in for the product . Mission Accomplished !The marketing firm [ Airtel , in this example ] succeeds in enhancing and increasing the customer base .Well, that was a heads-up and mental - lubrication to decently brag about my accomplishment to flaunt another example in the next few lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting to the World !&lt;br /&gt;My new found example to explain Operant Conditioning . This comes with a marathon of thoughts ever since ' Twilight ' embraced the world both through the screen and through the pages of a book ! Trust me ! I claim reasonable resistance when it comes to staying a consistent non-reader but Alas ! Operant Conditioning chained me through it's principle !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had any inclination towards reading Twilight and I thought  I would sail through without reading it !! But No !! I was terribly wrong ! I grew inquisitive about the book with a thirst that only vampires could understand !! For a change , I find this story not at all syrupy !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a helpless cynical bent of mind , I bet my declaration to the world that very soon I am going to get my hands on this book ' Twilight '. Though I have not really read this book , I have a fairly thorough idea about the plot. Thanks to my die-hard twilight fan-friends for having bled my ears telling me everything about twilight !!! &lt;br /&gt;So this one is for all my friends who have driven me into reading twilight !&lt;br /&gt;The inviting feel of the book is , anyday , Breathtakingly Beautiful !!&lt;br /&gt;Will be back with expert reviews once i read the book :):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129625261716992780-5505626042622989134?l=vinutha.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinutha.net/feeds/5505626042622989134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2009/09/breathtakingly-beautiful_12.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/5505626042622989134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/5505626042622989134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2009/09/breathtakingly-beautiful_12.html' title='Breathtakingly Beautiful !!'/><author><name>Vinutha Narayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456099574465652307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW9ikLIwaMg/TyzOqW_9tLI/AAAAAAAABlU/nRGuFtCBSr4/s220/blog.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/SquejE9TFcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ciP4zXPQ6xI/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129625261716992780.post-6840927705768556182</id><published>2009-08-26T20:37:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-13T07:56:49.827+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>My Mind - My Private  Literature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/SpVPyj4rCoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jW-0fxHfhyo/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374289460381551234" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/SpVPyj4rCoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jW-0fxHfhyo/s320/images.jpeg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 118px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 106px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those haunting subjects in my class XII , I developed a taste for Literature . For this is a subject, that is indeed very appealing and harmless , as compared to those which needed ' elite of grey matter '!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solace in the last bench allowed my mind to decode and translate the emotions behind the poetic brains . Whether I succeeded in attaining complete understanding should not be discussed ! I confess ... I am still a toddler in analysing the essence of the ' Finesse in Literature' but yes ! I claim a learner's license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we lend an eye for detail , we can very clearly understand the emotional mindset of the poet based on his writing. After all , 'Paper' is perhaps the shortest distance between the mind and the heart ! A pen is undoubtedly the shortest distance between the thought and the word ! Many poets had their own inimitable style in portraying their inner feelings though lines that made their feelings evident, but not obvious !&lt;br /&gt;Hence the beauty lies in unravelling the mystery behind Poetry !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first crush was with the work of P B Shelley of the ' Ode To the West Wind ' fame... It is believed that Shelley was undergoing crisis when he rendered this work.He had a strained relationship , his health was deteriorating. In a situation like this , he writes a real master-piece. He goes on to express his feeling of agony and helplessness to the West Wind in these lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I fall on the thorns of life , I bleed&lt;br /&gt;Oh ! lift me like a wave , a cloud or a leaf "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a clear imagery !! Vivid and compelling.&lt;br /&gt;He also makes yet another memorable remark in the last lines communicating with the West Wind like it would lend him breeze to wipe his tears away and consoles himself with hope and faith .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh ! Trumpet of prophesy&lt;br /&gt;If Winter comes first , can Spring be far behind ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another veteran is undisputedly Pablo Neruda.In her poem 'Keeping Quiet' , she enunciates the need for sincere introspection and how life would suddenly emerge out of the intangible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Perhaps the Earth can teach us&lt;br /&gt;as when everything seems dead&lt;br /&gt;and later proves to be alive "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Yes !! How can I forget John Keats and his ability to live his moods with language ! Divine is'nt it ? His sensual lines in A Thing of Beauty is a true delight !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And such too is the grandeur of the doom&lt;br /&gt;We hve imagined for the mighty dead ;&lt;br /&gt;all lovely tales we have heard or read ;&lt;br /&gt;An endless fountain of immortal drink&lt;br /&gt;Pouring unto us from heaven's brink .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without Shakespeare , it would seem without an outline ; incomplete. I would feel breathless if I begin stating all his emerald-like-lines !&lt;br /&gt;Not that I like the others less , But I like Shakespeare more !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder , It is said , Literature is humanity in print ... It is an art of writing something that needs to be read twice !&lt;br /&gt;Once for your mind and the second time for your heart !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Where art' thou "&lt;br /&gt;Looks like my heart is kind of lost !!&lt;br /&gt;" Where heart' thou "&lt;br /&gt;Will be back :) !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129625261716992780-6840927705768556182?l=vinutha.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinutha.net/feeds/6840927705768556182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2009/08/my-mind-my-private-literature_26.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/6840927705768556182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/6840927705768556182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2009/08/my-mind-my-private-literature_26.html' title='My Mind - My Private  Literature'/><author><name>Vinutha Narayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456099574465652307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW9ikLIwaMg/TyzOqW_9tLI/AAAAAAAABlU/nRGuFtCBSr4/s220/blog.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/SpVPyj4rCoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jW-0fxHfhyo/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129625261716992780.post-3809518440734649427</id><published>2009-08-10T18:59:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:09:16.297+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greek  Nike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Do It'/><title type='text'>Psyche in  Nike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/SoAiDpmN3jI/AAAAAAAAAGA/RixqygxYPyQ/s1600-h/images.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368328201926729266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/SoAiDpmN3jI/AAAAAAAAAGA/RixqygxYPyQ/s320/images.jpeg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 123px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 131px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/SoAhzCmuzmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LzTKe-_gwI4/s1600-h/nike.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368327916581998178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/SoAhzCmuzmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LzTKe-_gwI4/s320/nike.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 227px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some unexplored reasons , I once got literally lost in the wilderness  of Google. I was browsing tirelessly ( like i would get paid for it !!! ) to find out more about the firm that flaunts the " Just Do It " fame . &lt;br /&gt;Yes ! I am talking about Nike . Bill Bowerman and Philip Knight founded Nike in 1954 which became Nike , Inc in 1978 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally ,  I am a fan  of the ' flamboyant blend of mythology of different genres ' ! I was really impressed with the brand name Nike once I learnt the word it is derived from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Greek mythology it means " The Winged Goddess of Victory" belonging to the Zeus cult ..Nike is the personification  of triumph and she has been portrayed by some many artists through Classical Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nike is always depicted with wings in the statues to show that victory is fleeting !!! What a resemblance ! The logo of the brand Nike portrays conviction with the ancient Greek depiction... The goddess is also the deity of speed in victory ... Probably this is the reason why the brand Nike has the tag-line Just Do It  !! &lt;br /&gt;I really liked the idea of linking a shrewd brand name to that of a mythological character ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only if  celestial Zeus could be my lavish Producer , I would definitely direct a Documentary  Film about both the Nike legends ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the question is , will Zeus come down and produce it in this materialistic world or will he spearhead the Greek Pantheon and wage another Titan War ??!!! Whatever option he would choose I would just shrug and tell him -JUST DO IT !!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Yes !! Before I sign off , let me tell you. Both Nike and Psyche are Greek words !! Now is that not a thorough Just-Do-It !!!???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129625261716992780-3809518440734649427?l=vinutha.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinutha.net/feeds/3809518440734649427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2009/08/psyche-in-nike.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/3809518440734649427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/3809518440734649427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2009/08/psyche-in-nike.html' title='Psyche in  Nike'/><author><name>Vinutha Narayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456099574465652307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW9ikLIwaMg/TyzOqW_9tLI/AAAAAAAABlU/nRGuFtCBSr4/s220/blog.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/SoAiDpmN3jI/AAAAAAAAAGA/RixqygxYPyQ/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129625261716992780.post-8517711130504830437</id><published>2009-08-06T10:30:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:40:52.756+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAT'/><title type='text'>Can Confucius Crack CAT ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/SnpsxwNf3fI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zRFRwrqKwSA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 94px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/SnpsxwNf3fI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zRFRwrqKwSA/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366721507976273394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/Snpst5ovtQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6Tq3lViCBmw/s1600-h/im.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/Snpst5ovtQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6Tq3lViCBmw/s320/im.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366721441787000066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like anyone else I am another over-ambitious aspirant of CAT . I am sure this is the force that drives everyone  into the realm of insanity !! Recently I was trying to question the need to make the language section in a CAT paper so seemigly invincible !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the trainers justify it by calling it the ' bare pre-requisite ' to master communication to be a global player , I have my own doubts . I always thought communication was all about reaching out to people !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a normal student who has not lost the fidelity of one's thoughts to the atrocious verbosity of CAT exams , I once exclaimed to my friend one afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just said - " Hey ! I think I am going to  have a common winky nap  !!! "&lt;br /&gt;But now , I would say the same thing in a language  that wil leave her recovering from the tormenting shock !! &lt;br /&gt;I would say - " Dame , I am being pretentious to say i might  have a ubiquitous sleepless siesta !! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off late , to me it has begun sounding like slapstick comedy !!! &lt;br /&gt;But like every cloud has a silver lining , CAT is doing it's bit in promoting business in this paperless society  and so it is giving a lot of limelight to &lt;br /&gt;Oxford and Websters.!! Whatever be it , I am still enjoying every moment of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the perpetual , pompous carnival of the grandeur in the never-before English language !!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129625261716992780-8517711130504830437?l=vinutha.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinutha.net/feeds/8517711130504830437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2009/08/cat.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/8517711130504830437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/8517711130504830437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2009/08/cat.html' title='Can Confucius Crack CAT ?'/><author><name>Vinutha Narayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456099574465652307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW9ikLIwaMg/TyzOqW_9tLI/AAAAAAAABlU/nRGuFtCBSr4/s220/blog.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/SnpsxwNf3fI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zRFRwrqKwSA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129625261716992780.post-2267317682718799756</id><published>2009-07-20T14:04:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:40:40.416+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams'/><title type='text'>March -  Martyr Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/SmQueZMjw3I/AAAAAAAAADY/0p8Rb69zo0k/s1600-h/g.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/SmQueZMjw3I/AAAAAAAAADY/0p8Rb69zo0k/s320/g.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360460556172247922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;U r a CBSE survivor if  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. U can understand what Yum n Eezed is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If  u were threatened to study in 10th n 12th..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If  u never knew what a credit WAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If  70% was an awesome thing for u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you can do math WITHOUT using a calculator...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If u never slept before the month of march in 10th n 12th..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you could start mugging at any time of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you spent the whole night praying when the results for either 10th or 12th    &lt;br /&gt;were being declared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you spent hours in class discussing what to do with your hall tickets after &lt;br /&gt;the exams were over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10  If you went to tuitions for maths, physics, chemistry, bio/computer&lt;br /&gt;science/accounts, how to       cope with exams, how to do well in exams, what to&lt;br /&gt;eat during exams...tuitions for everything under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11  If you had 6 letter hall ticket numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12  If u have  encountered the play "unexpected" thrice from 8th thru 12th standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13  If u laugh when dumb  Arabs (who have not done CBSE) ask doubts in HCF n LCM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 If u failed all year long and passed in the end that promoted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 If mathematics was short formed as MathS or MaX and not math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 If you like the word Marks rather than credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 If u asked for a LOG book in between your maths exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 If u went to college and the professor was dumbfounded when u called him Sir and asked for his permission to go to the loo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 If you considered grade 11 a year long vacation!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20  When u called your friend 30 times day and all you asked 30 times was "what are&lt;br /&gt;you studying?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21- If you started getting coaching in grade 11 before your grades 10 results were &lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 If you call grade 11 and 12 as +1 and +2 and prefer using word class rather&lt;br /&gt;than  grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23  Studying for an entire exam..over the phone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 When u start going to temple for praying, on regular basis from January till the end of May!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 WHEN the topper of the school ends up with a 60% and the guy who doesnt even know the spelling of percent ends up with a 91%!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 When on ur first day of grade 10th or 12th..the teacher starts talking about boards even before telling her name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 When you have about 10 inviligilators for 1 exam hall!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 When the pre-boards are harder than the actual Boards!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 When we get "holidays" for studying instead of enjoying =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 In grades 10th &amp; 12th, everytime u went for a party trying to get away from studies...all u got asked was, " how are your studies going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 If you had uncles and aunties giving you phonecalls almost everyday in march, about how the family name is in your hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 You know you're a CBSE survivor, when you get into college, you have difficulty using a calculator, and INSIST on doing every calculation from 40578934 x 4535455 to permutations and combinations MANUALLY, instead of just using the goddamn function on the scientific calculator.... The very same calculator your parent bought you, while muttering: IN MY DAY, WE DID ALL THIS IN OUR HEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. When u forget to take a shower and the physics derivations keep on rollin in ur dreamz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was in a Facebook group titled CBSE !!! Being an avid CBSE survivor i really could not resist the temptation of sharing this with my readers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah !! CBSE is a joy both sweet and bitter !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129625261716992780-2267317682718799756?l=vinutha.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinutha.net/feeds/2267317682718799756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2009/07/march-martyr-month.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/2267317682718799756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/2267317682718799756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2009/07/march-martyr-month.html' title='March -  Martyr Month'/><author><name>Vinutha Narayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456099574465652307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW9ikLIwaMg/TyzOqW_9tLI/AAAAAAAABlU/nRGuFtCBSr4/s220/blog.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/SmQueZMjw3I/AAAAAAAAADY/0p8Rb69zo0k/s72-c/g.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129625261716992780.post-7988114147811997757</id><published>2009-07-15T10:24:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-20T11:12:01.015+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>My Angle of looking at Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/Sl1hyk3TnbI/AAAAAAAAACo/3yz3I4RLYGI/s1600-h/po.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/S_TLWmXWaFI/AAAAAAAAAgs/aBA5lFZjy1s/s1600/14758_1118379691577_1589551116_30272966_4408525_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/S_TLWmXWaFI/AAAAAAAAAgs/aBA5lFZjy1s/s200/14758_1118379691577_1589551116_30272966_4408525_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I feel, the sky is thrusting on me ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just say - "why only me "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I feel ,the goblet of fury is scaring me , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just say - "why only me" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I feel, the earth is widening before me ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just say - " why only me "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I feel , remorse is killing me , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just say - "why only me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I feel , the past is haunting me ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just say - " why only me "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I feel , time is mecilessly seizing me , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just say - " why only me "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I feel, toil is chaining me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just say - "why only me "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I feel , emotions are blinding me , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just say - " why only me "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why only me ???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The question echoes  in an empty world .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129625261716992780-7988114147811997757?l=vinutha.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinutha.net/feeds/7988114147811997757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2009/07/my-angle-of-looking-at-life.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/7988114147811997757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/7988114147811997757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2009/07/my-angle-of-looking-at-life.html' title='My Angle of looking at Life'/><author><name>Vinutha Narayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456099574465652307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW9ikLIwaMg/TyzOqW_9tLI/AAAAAAAABlU/nRGuFtCBSr4/s220/blog.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/S_TLWmXWaFI/AAAAAAAAAgs/aBA5lFZjy1s/s72-c/14758_1118379691577_1589551116_30272966_4408525_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129625261716992780.post-1917492787248795490</id><published>2009-07-04T11:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:39:45.140+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mini Menon'/><title type='text'>A Big Encore !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/Sk7x6yWNKnI/AAAAAAAAABA/YYtAsrj0hZw/s1600-h/mini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 78px; height: 94px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/Sk7x6yWNKnI/AAAAAAAAABA/YYtAsrj0hZw/s320/mini.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354482999239715442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Why is it that some people seem to have it all?? They are not the tall-tale wanna-bes but instead they are are so sure of what they do and what they want! &lt;br /&gt;One such a person whom i have always admired is perhaps Mini Menon !!  None other than the immaculate anchor for the most sought-after business channels... &lt;br /&gt;A critic once acclaimed that - " When Mini speaks , the world will listen to her " !! I was nearly obsessed with her style of speaking , her very sharp and her more-than-great business acumen !&lt;br /&gt;I went on to the life-saving google and tried to know as much as possible about her like my life depended on it! I learnt that she has graduated in Mass communication and holds honours in English Literature .&lt;br /&gt;No wonder ! I once had  a tie up with an organisation who asked me lend them my Feminist poetry . I had to quote real-life examples in the gist so that i could describe an ideal DYNAMIC woman... I kept hunting out for shrewd women in different professions being the kind of women-centered person I am..  my list was swinging from the Corporate Lawyer Zia Mody to the Business tycoon Renuka Ramnath... Somehow after spending many many days to zero-in on one person i bumped against Mini Menon.. I felt she had it ALL...  That was the click !! I submitted my gist and it was really well-received..!! Eversince Mini Menon has become synonymous to dynamic to me.. She's definitely a marvel ... an inimitable marvel !! Is anyone listening??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129625261716992780-1917492787248795490?l=vinutha.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinutha.net/feeds/1917492787248795490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2009/07/big-encore.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/1917492787248795490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/1917492787248795490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2009/07/big-encore.html' title='A Big Encore !!!'/><author><name>Vinutha Narayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456099574465652307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW9ikLIwaMg/TyzOqW_9tLI/AAAAAAAABlU/nRGuFtCBSr4/s220/blog.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/Sk7x6yWNKnI/AAAAAAAAABA/YYtAsrj0hZw/s72-c/mini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129625261716992780.post-6925070458051626102</id><published>2009-07-03T16:48:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:58:34.190+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/Sk3qFXgPRPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XqEE20X11_Q/s1600-h/imas.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 101px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/Sk3qFXgPRPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XqEE20X11_Q/s320/imas.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354192909942867186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/Sk3p9IBjGEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Rau62C6eavM/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 92px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/Sk3p9IBjGEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Rau62C6eavM/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354192768348657730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129625261716992780-6925070458051626102?l=vinutha.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/6925070458051626102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/6925070458051626102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Vinutha Narayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456099574465652307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW9ikLIwaMg/TyzOqW_9tLI/AAAAAAAABlU/nRGuFtCBSr4/s220/blog.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/Sk3qFXgPRPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XqEE20X11_Q/s72-c/imas.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129625261716992780.post-5667996165088699736</id><published>2009-07-03T16:41:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:39:19.758+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facial Dynamics'/><title type='text'>We Talk Through Our Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 9" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 9" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///F:/DOCUME%7E1/Vinutha/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;            &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Look at the eyes there !! What do you think about them ? Are they astonishing ? Beautiful? Ravishing ? Interesting ? Yes they deserve all these sought - after adjectives beacause i call them EPOXY . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I happened to get my hands on a book by Leil Lowndes where she writes extensively about 'body language'.To my surprise I found that  things that otherwise people do not notice actually make a lot of impact in their mind about what we are.. It could be literally anything ! The way we smile , the way we frown , the way we shrug , the way we say 'Ouch' when we are hurt , the way we shake hands , the way we walk .....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;But among all these gestures the greatest highlight in anybody's Body Talk is the power of their Eyes... Well ! This does not necessarily mean that the eyes should always wear a pitch-black eye definer , heavy- hung mascara over the lashes , shimmering eye-liner over the eye-lids , designer glasses to bring in oomph nor the smoky eyes of celebrities... It is not really required to highlight them in communication !!! What an irony but yes it is true... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; Leil Lowndes talks about EPOXY EYES . It is a gentler yet effective way of showing people that you are a SOMEBODY in hardly ant time. Helen of Troy could sink ships within her epoxy eyes !! Davy Crockett could stare down a bear ! While this could be a sheer exagerration to people of the rational and scientific era like us but Yes !! It  definitely talks volumes about the strenght of your eye-contact and your self-esteem.. It is a technique where you flaunt a 'delicate stare'  at everything you glance... But take care.. It has an aphrodisiac effect as well.. The way you look at people into their eyes with enough charisma proves you a Dynamic Somebody in just moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I am really trying to master this 'art of delicate staring' ( as i would call it ) ... Look at the influence Leil has had on me.. I think i will upload another post after i become an empress of this art. This was just to declare my passion to get those Epoxy Eyes !!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Ahh ! I am really 'eye'ing  it !!  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129625261716992780-5667996165088699736?l=vinutha.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinutha.net/feeds/5667996165088699736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2009/07/we-talk-through-our-eyes.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/5667996165088699736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/5667996165088699736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2009/07/we-talk-through-our-eyes.html' title='We Talk Through Our Eyes'/><author><name>Vinutha Narayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456099574465652307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW9ikLIwaMg/TyzOqW_9tLI/AAAAAAAABlU/nRGuFtCBSr4/s220/blog.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129625261716992780.post-6037475941236209356</id><published>2009-05-20T13:22:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:57:02.193+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>When I Went On To Write A Poem........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/S_QXFnP4SYI/AAAAAAAAAgk/BSe9VHYgtjs/s1600/hide_and_seek1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="164" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/S_QXFnP4SYI/AAAAAAAAAgk/BSe9VHYgtjs/s200/hide_and_seek1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Give me a theme" - I cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;" And i will do my part "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Tis not a theme" - the world replied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"you require a heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Give me a sight" - I cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"And I will do my part"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Tis not a sight" - the world replied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"you need the gentle art"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Give me a thought" - I cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"And i will do my part"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Tis not a thought"-the world replied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"you need to twist the fact"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And now I know that in poetry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;both emotion and fire is balanced  !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129625261716992780-6037475941236209356?l=vinutha.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinutha.net/feeds/6037475941236209356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2009/05/when-i-went-on-to-write-poem.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/6037475941236209356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129625261716992780/posts/default/6037475941236209356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinutha.net/2009/05/when-i-went-on-to-write-poem.html' title='When I Went On To Write A Poem........'/><author><name>Vinutha Narayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456099574465652307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW9ikLIwaMg/TyzOqW_9tLI/AAAAAAAABlU/nRGuFtCBSr4/s220/blog.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko705wvvSiQ/S_QXFnP4SYI/AAAAAAAAAgk/BSe9VHYgtjs/s72-c/hide_and_seek1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry></feed>
