<?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-18736040</id><updated>2011-10-02T04:27:06.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ಅಂತರಂಗದ ಅಲೆಗಳು...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-2069284157351833078</id><published>2011-07-31T08:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T08:08:22.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The  Psychiatrist &amp; The Proctologist</title><content type='html'>The  Psychiatrist &amp; The Proctologist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best  friends graduated from medical school at the same time and decided  that, in spite of two&lt;br /&gt;different specialties, they would open a  practice together to share office space and personnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.  Smith was the psychiatrist and Dr. Jones was the proctologist;   they put up a sign reading:&lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Smith and Dr. Jones: Hysterias and  Posteriors". The town council was livid and insisted they&lt;br /&gt;change  it.&lt;br /&gt; So, the docs changed it to read: "Schizoids and  Hemorrhoids". This was also not acceptable, so&lt;br /&gt;they again changed  the sign.   "Catatonics and High Colonics" - No  go.   Next, they tried "Manic&lt;br /&gt;Depressives and Anal  Retentives" - thumbs down again..   Then came "Minds and  Behinds" - still no&lt;br /&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another attempt resulted in  "Lost Souls and Butt Holes" - unacceptable again!   So  they tried&lt;br /&gt;"Analysis and Anal Cysts" - not a chance.    "Nuts and Butts" - no way.   "Freaks and Cheeks" -&lt;br /&gt;still  no good.   "Loons and Moons" - forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost at their wit's end, the docs finally came up with: "Dr. Smith  and Dr. Jones - Specializing&lt;br /&gt;in Odds and Ends".  Everyone  loved it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-2069284157351833078?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/2069284157351833078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=2069284157351833078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/2069284157351833078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/2069284157351833078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2011/07/psychiatrist-proctologist.html' title='The  Psychiatrist &amp; The Proctologist'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-3869301215891491201</id><published>2010-07-14T12:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T12:22:37.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>incidents</title><content type='html'>Incident 1: while traveling to work last Friday , we were stalled in old madras road by traffic. next to our bus there was one more green color big10 bus. i was casually looking out the window and noticed that the bus was almost empty. One guy who happen to be in the bus near by to the window i was sitting was looking at his reflection in the steel inner wall( i guess) e was trying to fix some thing on his face. he put his finger in the nose/ mouth he was making weird faces, i was just seeing and was amused. He then realized some one looking at his antics!!  he tried to peep through the window between bars or whtever and see his face was s funny i burst out laughing aloud :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incident 2:&lt;br /&gt;last Friday while i was traveling back from work  noticed a strange incident. Our bus was waiting at the lalbagh signal.&lt;br /&gt;i was just looking out through the window. Saw a crow trying to eat the left over corn on the cob from a near by trash.&lt;br /&gt;One more crow flew by and wanted to share the meal, this firs crow shooed away the other crow!!!. We have believed so far that one crow sees food it will call all its relatives!!!etc etc. This sight was surprising!! Is it that crows have been urbanized? or have they changed with time ? i donno but it was strange sight indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more incident which i remembered today : some guy in the bus was having a conversation over the phone and was trying to spell something . He said the letter "P" so loudly i could not help but smile. He said "P for police. P P " he stressed so much on P that i felt like telling hm don't force the other person to pee :-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-3869301215891491201?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/3869301215891491201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=3869301215891491201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/3869301215891491201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/3869301215891491201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2010/07/incidents.html' title='incidents'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-224846790976863937</id><published>2010-07-14T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T10:06:10.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious.............Facebook Addiction</title><content type='html'>The 76-year-old woman walked down the hallway of Clearview Addictions Clinic, searching for the right department. She passed signs for the "Heroin Addiction Department (HAD)," the "Smoking Addiction Department (SAD)" and the "Bingo Addiction Department (BAD)." Then she spotted the department she was looking for: "Facebook Addiction Department (FAD)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the busiest department in the clinic, with about three dozen people filling the waiting room, most of them staring blankly into their Blackberries and iPhones. A middle-aged man with unkempt hair was pacing the room, muttering, "I need to milk my cows. I need to milk my cows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A twenty-something man was prone on the floor, his face buried in his hands, while a curly-haired woman comforted him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry. It'll be all right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just don't understand it. I thought my update was LOL-worthy, but none of my friends even clicked the 'like'&lt;br /&gt;button."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How long has it been?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Almost five minutes. That's like five months in the real world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 76-year-old woman waited until her name was called, then followed the receptionist into the office of Alfred Zulu, Facebook Addiction Counselor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please have a seat, Edna," he said with a warm smile. "And tell me how it all started."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it's all my grandson's fault. He sent me an invitation to join Facebook. I had never heard of Facebook before, but I thought it was something for me, because I usually have my face in a book."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How soon were you hooked?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faster than you can say 'create a profile.' I found myself on Facebook at least eight times each day -- and more times at night. Sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night to check it, just in case there was an update from one of my new friends in India. My husband didn't like that. He said that friendship is a precious thing and should never be outsourced."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you like most about Facebook?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It makes me feel like I have a life. In the real world, I have only five or six friends, but on Facebook, I have 674.&lt;br /&gt;I'm even friends with Juan Carlos Montoya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's he?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, but he's got 4,000 friends, so he must be famous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Facebook has helped you make some connections, I see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes. I've even connected with some of the gals from high school -- I still call them 'gals.' I hadn't heard from some of them in ages, so it was exciting to look at their profiles and figure out who's retired, who's still working, and who's had some work done. I love browsing their photos and reading their updates. I know where they've been on vacation, which movies they've watched, and whether they hang their toilet paper over or under. I've also been playing a game with some of them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me guess. Farmville?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Mafia Wars. I'm a Hitman. No one messes with Edna."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wouldn't you rather meet some of your friends in person?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, not really. It's so much easier on Facebook. We don't need to gussy ourselves up. We don't need to take baths or wear perfume or use mouthwash. That's the best thing about Facebook -- you can't smell anyone. Everyone is attractive, because everyone has picked a good profile pic. One of the gals is using a profile pic that was taken, I'm pretty certain, during the Eisenhower Administration. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What pic are you using?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I spent five hours searching for a profile pic, but couldn't find one I really liked. So I decided to visit the local beauty salon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To make yourself look prettier?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, to take a pic of one of the young ladies there. That's what I'm using."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Didn't your friends notice that you look different?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some of them did, but I just told them I've been doing lots of yoga."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When did you realize that your Facebooking might be a problem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I realized it last Sunday night, when I was on Facebook and saw a message on my wall from my husband: 'I moved out of the house five days ago. Just thought you should know.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What else? I unfriended him of course!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-224846790976863937?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/224846790976863937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=224846790976863937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/224846790976863937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/224846790976863937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2010/07/hilariousfacebook-addiction.html' title='Hilarious.............Facebook Addiction'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-9004255678916685491</id><published>2010-04-18T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T12:34:18.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stumbled across this link amazing song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-9004255678916685491?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/9004255678916685491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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days</title><content type='html'>some day aren't easy &lt;br /&gt;some days aren't pink&lt;br /&gt;some days are just blank&lt;br /&gt;some days are just tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pull through&lt;br /&gt;i drag through&lt;br /&gt;some  days i make it&lt;br /&gt;some days i don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet another day i see pass away yet another night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me wonder and wonder&lt;br /&gt;yet no light!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ask my maker what is the purpose of my life  why am i here?&lt;br /&gt;some days he silent and some days he smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope some day he replies some day he would show me the light , some day he would sow me the path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then i wonder some days..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-1460508417703996760?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-2281068487816598278</id><published>2009-04-29T11:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:28:53.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>long time since i posted :) thought will write few lines&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-2281068487816598278?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/2281068487816598278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=2281068487816598278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;ಎಲ್ಲವಾಗಿ ಕಡೆಗೆ ಕಡುಕ್ರೂರಿ ಎಕಾದೆ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-3466611991157269826?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/3466611991157269826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=3466611991157269826' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/3466611991157269826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/3466611991157269826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_27.html' title='ಎಕಾದೆ?'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-8286453177168015660</id><published>2007-12-27T13:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T13:26:26.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ಲೆಕ್ಕ</title><content type='html'>ನನ್ನ ಜೀವನವೆಂಬ ಗಣಿತ ಪುಸ್ತಕದಲ್ಲಿ&lt;br /&gt;ಕೂಡು ಕಳೆಯುವ ಲೆಕ್ಕ...&lt;br /&gt;ಕೂಡಿದೆಷ್ಟೂ...  ಕಳೆದಿದೆಷ್ಟೂ...&lt;br /&gt;ಗುಣಿಸಿ ಭಾಗಿಸದಿದ್ದರು ಉಳಿದಿದೆ ಶೇಷ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-8286453177168015660?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/8286453177168015660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=8286453177168015660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/8286453177168015660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/8286453177168015660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='ಲೆಕ್ಕ'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-8150861389953256070</id><published>2007-08-23T10:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T10:10:05.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the days when you couldn't count on a public toilet facility, an American&lt;br /&gt;woman was planning a trip to India.She was registered to stay in a small&lt;br /&gt;guest house owned by the&lt;br /&gt;local schoolmaster. She was concerned as to whether the guest house&lt;br /&gt;contained a WC. In US, a bathroom is commonly called a WC which stands for&lt;br /&gt;"Water Closet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wrote to the schoolmaster inquiring of the facilities about the WC.&lt;br /&gt;The school master, not fluent in English, asked the local priest if he knew&lt;br /&gt;the meaning of WC. Together they pondered possible meanings of the letters&lt;br /&gt;and concluded that the lady wanted to know if there was a "Wayside Chapel"&lt;br /&gt;near the house . . . a bathroom never entered their minds.&lt;br /&gt;So the schoolmaster wrote the following reply:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Madam,&lt;br /&gt;I take great pleasure in informing you that the WC is located 9 miles from&lt;br /&gt;the house. It is located in the middle of a grove of pine trees,surrounded&lt;br /&gt;by lovely grounds. It is capable of holding 229 people and is open on&lt;br /&gt;Sundays and Thursdays. As there are many people expected in the summer&lt;br /&gt;months, I suggest you arrive early.there is, however, plenty of standing&lt;br /&gt;room. This is an unfortunate situation especially if you are in the habit of&lt;br /&gt;going regularly.&lt;br /&gt;It may be of some interest to you that my daughter was married in the WC as&lt;br /&gt;it was there that she met her husband. It was a wonderful event. There were&lt;br /&gt;10 people in every seat. It was wonderful to see the expressions on their&lt;br /&gt;faces. My wife, sadly, has been ill and unable to go recently. It has been&lt;br /&gt;almost a year since she went last, which pains her greatly. You will be&lt;br /&gt;pleas ed to know that many people bring their lunch and make a day of it.&lt;br /&gt;Others prefer to wait till the last minute and arrive just in time! I would&lt;br /&gt;recommend your ladyship plan to go on a Thursday as there is an organ&lt;br /&gt;accompaniment. The acoustics are excellent and even the most delicate sounds&lt;br /&gt;can be heard everywhere. The newest addition is a bell which rings every&lt;br /&gt;time a person enters. We are holding a bazaar to provide plush seats for all&lt;br /&gt;since many feel it is long needed. I look forward to escorting you there&lt;br /&gt;myself and seating you in a place where you can be seen by all.&lt;br /&gt;With deepest regards,&lt;br /&gt;The Schoolmaster.&lt;br /&gt;Note: The woman never visited India!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-8150861389953256070?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/8150861389953256070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=8150861389953256070' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/8150861389953256070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/8150861389953256070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-days-when-you-couldnt-count-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-3079792252796991881</id><published>2007-08-22T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T18:33:18.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no offense intended for entertainment purpose only</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Enough of Sardar jokes ........ let's go south ....... Mallu jokes are&lt;br /&gt;here !!!!!!**&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;1) What is the tax on a Mallu's income called?* &lt;br /&gt;IngumDax*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Where did the Malayali study?&lt;br /&gt;*In the ko-liage.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Why did the Malayali not go to ko-liage today?*&lt;br /&gt;He is very bissi.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Why did the Malayali buy an air-ticket?&lt;br /&gt;*To go to Thuubai, zimbly to meet his ungle in De Gelff.* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Why do Malayalis go to the Gelff?&lt;br /&gt;*To yearn meney.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What did the Malayali do when the plane caught fire?*&lt;br /&gt;He zimbly jembd out of the vindow.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) How does a Malayali spell moon?&lt;br /&gt;*MOON - Yem Woh yet another Woh and Yen * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What is Malayali management graduate called? *&lt;br /&gt;Yem Bee Yae.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What does a Malayali do when he goes to America?&lt;br /&gt;*He changes his name from Karunakaran to Kevin Curren. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What does a Malayali use to commute to office everyday?* &lt;br /&gt;An Oto*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Where does he pray?&lt;br /&gt;*In a Temble, Charch and a Maask*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Who is Bruce Lee's best friend ?*&lt;br /&gt;A Malaya-Lee of coarse. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Name the only part of the werld, where Malayalis dont werk hard? * &lt;br /&gt;Kerala.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Why is industrial productivity so low in Kerala? *&lt;br /&gt;Because 86% of the shift time is spent on lifting, folding and re-tying the&lt;br /&gt;lungi *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Why did Saddam Hussain attackKuwait?* **&lt;br /&gt;He had a Mallu baby-sitter, who always used to say &lt;br /&gt;'KEEP QUWAIT' 'KEEP QUWAIT'*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) What is the Latest Malayali Punch Line? *&lt;br /&gt;"Frem Tea Shops To Koll Cenders, We Are Yevery Where" *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Why aren't Mals included in hockey and football teams ? * &lt;br /&gt;Coz Whenever they get a corner , they set up a tea shop. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Now pass it on to 5 Mals to get a free sample of Kokanet oil.&lt;br /&gt;Pass it on 10 Mals to get a free pack of Benana Chibbs.&lt;br /&gt;Pass it on to 15 Mals to get a set of BROGUN bones...* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-3079792252796991881?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/3079792252796991881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=3079792252796991881' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/3079792252796991881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/3079792252796991881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-offense-intended-for-entertainment.html' title='no offense intended for entertainment purpose only'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-5030154922420239217</id><published>2007-07-13T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T15:30:38.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Reasons Eve Was Created</title><content type='html'>Top Ten Reasons Eve Was Created&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. God was worried that Adam would frequently become lost in the garden because he would not ask for directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. God knew that one day Adam would require someone to locate and hand him the remote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. God knew Adam would never go out and buy himself a new fig leaf when his wore out and would therefore need Eve to buy one for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. God knew Adam would never be able to make a doctor's, dentist, or haircut appointment for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. God knew Adam would never remember which night to put the garbage on the curb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. God knew if the world was to be populated, men would never be able to handle the pain and discomfort of childbearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. As the Keeper of the Garden, Adam would never remember where he left his tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Apparently, Adam needed someone to blame his troubles on when God caught him hiding in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. As the Bible says, It is not good for man to be alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the #1 reason why God created Eve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When God finished the creation of Adam, He stepped back, scratched his head, and said, "I can do better than that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-5030154922420239217?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/5030154922420239217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=5030154922420239217' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/5030154922420239217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/5030154922420239217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2007/07/top-ten-reasons-eve-was-created.html' title='Top Ten Reasons Eve Was Created'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-117095439045141793</id><published>2007-02-08T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T12:06:30.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes :)</title><content type='html'>Found them on a website, were too funny to not to post&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts from well known "ladies" !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm not offended by all the dumb blonde jokes&lt;br /&gt;Because I know I'm not dumb ...&lt;br /&gt;And I also know that I'm not blonde.&lt;br /&gt;-Dolly Parton-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see a lot of smart guys with dumb women,&lt;br /&gt;But you hardly ever see a smart woman with&lt;br /&gt;A dumb guy.&lt;br /&gt;-Erica Jong-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I are either going to buy a&lt;br /&gt;Dog or have a child. We can't decide to&lt;br /&gt; Ruin our carpet or ruin our lives.&lt;br /&gt;-Rita Rudner-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on so many blind dates,&lt;br /&gt;I should get a free dog.&lt;br /&gt;-Wendy Liebman-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never lend your car to anyone to&lt;br /&gt;Whom you have given birth.&lt;br /&gt;-Erma Bombeck-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If high heels were so wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;Men would still be wearing them.&lt;br /&gt;-Sue Grafton-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to vacuum 'til&lt;br /&gt;Sears makes one you can ride on.&lt;br /&gt;-Roseanne Barr-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, therefore I'm single.&lt;br /&gt;-Lizz Winstead-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When women are depressed they either eat&lt;br /&gt;Or go shopping. Men invade another country.&lt;br /&gt;-Elayne Boosler-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind every successful man is&lt;br /&gt; a surprised woman.&lt;br /&gt;-Maryon Pearson-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I base most of my fashion taste on&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't itch.&lt;br /&gt;-Gilda Radner-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In politics, if you want anything said,&lt;br /&gt;Ask a man;&lt;br /&gt;If you want anything done, ask a woman.&lt;br /&gt;-Margaret Thatcher-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to hear a man ask for advice on&lt;br /&gt; How to combine marriage (or parenthood)&lt;br /&gt; And a career.&lt;br /&gt;-Gloria Steinhem-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us are becoming the men we wanted to marry.&lt;br /&gt;- Gloria Steinhem-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never married because there was no need.&lt;br /&gt; I have three pets at home which answer the same purpose as a husband.&lt;br /&gt; I have a dog which growls every morning, a parrot which swears all afternoon and a cat that comes home late at night.&lt;br /&gt;-Marie Corelli-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagging is the repetition of unpalatable truths.&lt;br /&gt;-Baroness Edith Summerskill-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If men can run the world, why can't they stop&lt;br /&gt; Wearing neckties? How intelligent is it to start&lt;br /&gt;The day by tying a little noose around your neck?&lt;br /&gt;-Linda Ellerbee-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a marvelous housekeeper.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I leave a man I keep his house.&lt;br /&gt;-Zsa Zsa Gabor-&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-117095439045141793?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/117095439045141793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=117095439045141793' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/117095439045141793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-116619900849961361</id><published>2006-12-15T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T11:10:56.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ</title><content type='html'>ಬದುಕು ಜಟಕಾ  ಬಂಡಿ ವಿಧಿ ಅದರ ಸಾಹೇಬ&lt;br /&gt;ಕುದುರೆ ನೀನ್ ಅವನು ಪೇಳ್ದಂತೆ ಪಯಣಿಗರು&lt;br /&gt;ಮದುವೆಗೋ ಮಸಣಕೋ ಹೋಗೆಂದ ಕಡೆಗೋಡು&lt;br /&gt;ಪದಕುಸಿಯೆ ನೆಲವಿಹುದು ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಹುಲ್ಲಾಗು ಬೆಟ್ಟದಡಿ ಮನೆಗೆ ಮಲ್ಲಿಗೆಯಾಗು&lt;br /&gt;ಕಲ್ಲಾಗು ಕಷ್ಟಗಳ ಮಳೆ ವಿಧಿ ಸುರಿಯೆ &lt;br /&gt;ಬೆಲ್ಲಸಕ್ಕರೆಯಾಗು ದೀನದುಬ೯ಲರಿಂಗೆ&lt;br /&gt;ಎಲ್ಲರೊಳಗೊಂದಾಗು ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mankuthimmana kagga&lt;br /&gt;Any idea where i can order this book online or even soft copy of this book would do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-116619900849961361?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' 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ideas/thoughts freely. Friends who understood my feelings/ideas  commented aptly. Made new lotsa new frnds. got in touch with old frnds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy blogging :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-116318461453366698?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/116318461453366698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=116318461453366698' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/116318461453366698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/116318461453366698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-belated-bday.html' title='Happy Belated B&apos;day'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-116127635444696648</id><published>2006-10-19T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T12:45:54.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ಶುಭಾಶಯಗಳು</title><content type='html'>ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗು ದೀಪಾವಳಿ ಹಬ್ಬದ ಶುಭಾಶಯಗಳು &lt;br /&gt;ಬೆಳಕಿನ ಹಬ್ಬ ಎಲ್ಲರ ಬಾಳನ್ನು ಬೆಳಗಲಿ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-116127635444696648?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/116127635444696648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>a prayer</title><content type='html'>I pray to u every moment i wake&lt;br /&gt;I pray to u even in sleep&lt;br /&gt;I pray to u every moment i breathe&lt;br /&gt;I pray with hope&lt;br /&gt;I pray with faith&lt;br /&gt;I pray for blessings thou shall give&lt;br /&gt;Deep within comes the cry&lt;br /&gt;Deep within resides the wound like lava hidden beneath&lt;br /&gt;Deep down is the river of sorrow flowing from years&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the sunlight to seep through &lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the warm blessing to vaporize&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for that guiding hand to lead me through&lt;br /&gt;Every time I pray I think it shall be answered soon&lt;br /&gt;Every time I pray I feel the day is going to come soon&lt;br /&gt;Every time my hope shatters I pray every time my faith lessens I pray&lt;br /&gt;I pray thee to give me strength to pray&lt;br /&gt;I pray thee to give me love to spray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers are always answered that’s what I have been told&lt;br /&gt;Prayers are always heard that’s what I have been told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please listen to my prayers&lt;br /&gt;Please answer my prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-115846665797003260?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/115846665797003260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=115846665797003260' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/115846665797003260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/115846665797003260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2006/09/prayer.html' title='a prayer'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-115705227656426832</id><published>2006-08-31T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T15:24:36.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stumbled across this blog entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mugamudi.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-men-never-grow-up-part-1.html"&gt; blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-115705227656426832?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-115636555834343441</id><published>2006-08-23T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T16:39:18.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>love vs lust</title><content type='html'>i feel there is nothing called love between a girl and a guy it all varying degrees of lust.&lt;br /&gt;the physical attraction that makes individual believe that they are in "love".&lt;br /&gt;Indians often mistake lust for love.&lt;br /&gt;love is what u feel for your parents or siblings or ur pet.&lt;br /&gt;What u feel for ur spouse or gf/bf is lust/physical attraction. Over a period of time they try to give a name to the relationship as "love”. That’s nothing more than getting used to the person. We are always reluctant to changes hence we stick to a person and believe that it's "love". But in reality their is no "love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans too might make some mistakes that way, but they date before they get married. So they remove the lust part of it before wedding. That way mind becomes clear and you can see how things go 2 years down the line, 5 years down the line or 10 years down. But again they too have high divorce rates. I guess this happens due to high expectations and disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;Many times any relationship fails because of expectation disappointment, than incompatibility. I guess there is nothing like compatible or in-compatible.  We can reword them as lack of understanding that would lead to a break up.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess people who say are in love are were in love actually were not it was just the lust and later on meeting of expectation.&lt;br /&gt;That way I can say I was never in love :) and never will be :P as I  would not give in for physical attraction no matter how hard it is for me to resist and I would  try not to have expectations!!. That way I try to choose with logic/analysis. Sigh romance is not for practical ppl like me I guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-115636555834343441?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/115636555834343441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=115636555834343441' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/115636555834343441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/115636555834343441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-vs-lust.html' title='love vs lust'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-115576123476260232</id><published>2006-08-16T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T16:40:36.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>its hillarious!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jpath.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-want-to-beg.html"&gt; beg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-115576123476260232?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/115576123476260232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=115576123476260232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/115576123476260232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/115576123476260232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-hillarious.html' title='its hillarious!!'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-115567414230037456</id><published>2006-08-15T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T16:38:10.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>good read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.newindpress.com/sunday/colItems.asp?ID=SEE20050922093151"&gt;good leader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-115567414230037456?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/115567414230037456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=115567414230037456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/115567414230037456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/115567414230037456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2006/08/good-read.html' title='good read'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-115552080278764237</id><published>2006-08-13T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T22:40:35.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was trying to listen to my fav songs this week end&lt;br /&gt;thought would list them down and curious who else shares my taste in kannda music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partha -  ಈ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಒಂತರ ಕಚಗುಳಿ &lt;br /&gt;Huccha- ಉಸಿರೇ ಉಸಿರೇ&lt;br /&gt;Amrutha Varshini - All songs&lt;br /&gt;Abhi - ಈ ನಿನ್ನ ಕಣ್ಣಾಣೇ&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me- all songs&lt;br /&gt;Hombisilu - all songs&lt;br /&gt;Malaya Marutha - Most of them&lt;br /&gt;Sakshatkara - most of them&lt;br /&gt;Besuge - Besuge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to recollect some more songs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-115552080278764237?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/115552080278764237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=115552080278764237' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-115436443015103821?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/115436443015103821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=115436443015103821' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/115436443015103821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/115436443015103821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-more-article-to-read.html' title='one more article to read'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-115400777409959005</id><published>2006-07-27T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T12:53:11.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kinda funny article i came across</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.arguscourier.com/community/news/neighbors060419.html"&gt;Neighbours&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-115400777409959005?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/115400777409959005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=115400777409959005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/115400777409959005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/115400777409959005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2006/07/kinda-funny-article-i-came-across.html' title='kinda funny article i came across'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-115133641163171689</id><published>2006-06-26T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T11:40:11.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Musings</title><content type='html'>being in love is a weakness.&lt;br /&gt;in love u become over sensitive, &lt;br /&gt;you become over emotional over small lil things&lt;br /&gt;you start making judgements thru heart than brains, &lt;br /&gt;you lose track of time and world&lt;br /&gt;in love you cry often, you are insecure,you are fussy, you are demanding&lt;br /&gt;You don't want to view world in different angle&lt;br /&gt;you get easily pleased u feel happy for no reason sad for no reason angry for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet love is power,it can be ur strength&lt;br /&gt;it can make u do even the impossible things,it can make you self less, giving more and expecting less,it has the ability to change whole personality. Love can make history, it can change worlds.Love can make people mature , more emphatic,compassionate,tolerant. It can give you the power to manipulate other person. many people understand the language of love than other languages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love has many shades and i discovered two of it&lt;br /&gt;Ahem i am not in love!! its just my observation from people around me who are in love!! i was closly observing two set of ppl who are going thru this phase&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-115133641163171689?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/115133641163171689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=115133641163171689' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/115133641163171689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/115133641163171689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2006/06/monday-musings.html' title='Monday Musings'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-115082607431121990</id><published>2006-06-20T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T13:54:47.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>With out u I feel like</title><content type='html'>With out u I feel like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sail without wind&lt;br /&gt;sun behind the clouds&lt;br /&gt;water beneath the ice&lt;br /&gt;flower without fragrance&lt;br /&gt;bird without wings&lt;br /&gt;child lost in forest&lt;br /&gt;food without salt&lt;br /&gt;dumb without words&lt;br /&gt;deaf without your voice&lt;br /&gt;numb without your touch&lt;br /&gt;dead without your life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes dad I feel so dead without you around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working in office suddenly remembered my dad and felt the above, so thought of penning them down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-115082607431121990?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/115082607431121990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=115082607431121990' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/115082607431121990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/115082607431121990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2006/06/with-out-u-i-feel-like.html' title='With out u I feel like'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-115030451666451884</id><published>2006-06-14T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T16:03:12.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>identity Crisis</title><content type='html'>American or an Indian&lt;br /&gt;Today I had an early morning meeting with business folks.&lt;br /&gt;Business sponsor J is a jovial man. We were discussing few other things apart from work. He asked me a question like are you married are u single then after a pause he said is it too personal a question to ask?. I looked at my Sr business analyst A who was nodding her head and then I was like yes and I think it’s unprofessional too :) , A was all smiles :). Then the topic drifted to personal space etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J was teasing A that she might need some medical help or she needs to see some psychiatrist as she is not comfortable with people standing too near to her. I was like , I can relate to it as I feel the same too. Then we were talking about cultures ,how it freaks out when people try to peep on to your computer screen over your shoulder and suddenly J was like “you know what you are more like American born in India!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people have noticed that too! (born in India with American attitude)&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it for a while and guess what I feel like half American and half Indian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points that make me American could be&lt;br /&gt;- I need lot of personal space&lt;br /&gt;- I need space in any relationship (even in friendship as well as my mom!!)&lt;br /&gt;- I don’t like it when people speak in high volume&lt;br /&gt;- I would go in a car to fitness center and work out on tread mill :P&lt;br /&gt;- I love iced teas(I have tried all flavors)&lt;br /&gt;- I love flavored coffee&lt;br /&gt;- I love to have pets, pamper them, take them out :)&lt;br /&gt;- I cannot use other peoples items or let others use my items without my permission&lt;br /&gt;- I hate discussing about my personal life in office and with strangers&lt;br /&gt;- I hate it when people become too inquisitive about my life and want report about each and every step!! &lt;br /&gt;- I feel that I am very distant ,isolated ,private person at times&lt;br /&gt;- I cannot take it if people unnecessarily boss over me, many try to do that as initially I seem very submissive, but I have my own ways to rebel :)&lt;br /&gt;- Possessive people suffocate me&lt;br /&gt;- I am too frank and straight forward, but not rude.&lt;br /&gt;- I am assertive when I know what I want&lt;br /&gt;- I need some kind of motivation to do any work, I cannot blindly do things&lt;br /&gt;- I am very practical and logical in life&lt;br /&gt;- I love to camp, trek, hike, spend time outside during summer.&lt;br /&gt;- I really cannot bear the heat!!!&lt;br /&gt;- In winter I love to ski , skate, go bowling, having lunch/dinner parties at home&lt;br /&gt;- I like to do things around house like some craft or carpentry&lt;br /&gt;- I have no issues being friendly/being a friend with people who smoke/drink or have n number of partners as long as they don’t force me , iam fine with it&lt;br /&gt;- I don't think its wrong to talk about s—-or about gay/lesbian concepts with close friends&lt;br /&gt;- I don’t feel embarrassed to tell people that I have my periods!! I think it’s a natural thing every one knows and when people ask me if I am not well I cannot lie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points that make me Indian could be&lt;br /&gt;- I am still a vegetarian&lt;br /&gt;- I don’t want to smoke or drink&lt;br /&gt;- I feel embarrassed to watch movies which has smooching/kissing screen. I turn away my face from it&lt;br /&gt;- I cannot watch movies that have too much physical activity in them! I have not watched a single porn movie so far&lt;br /&gt;- I am very religious and I do pooja every day&lt;br /&gt;- I cannot speak against elders as I respect their age&lt;br /&gt;- I love kids&lt;br /&gt;- I don’t like if any tom dick and harry wants to hug me!.&lt;br /&gt;- I believe that if I sleep with a guy that would be my husband else no one&lt;br /&gt;- I don’t want to have extra marital affairs&lt;br /&gt;- I cannot stand it when people try to flirt&lt;br /&gt;- I like colors in my dress than simple pink or blue&lt;br /&gt;- I believe in looking after parents when they are old&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-115030451666451884?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/115030451666451884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=115030451666451884' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/115030451666451884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/115030451666451884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2006/06/identity-crisis.html' title='identity Crisis'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-114973567173140114</id><published>2006-06-07T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T23:29:11.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its raining here since quiet some time. its not raining very heavily though.&lt;br /&gt;somwhow i like rains. i think its romantic :). &lt;br /&gt;i think it feels good to cuddle with someone in warm blanket with a nice novel in hand with tea and hot pakoras. light music in back ground, a cat and a dog nera the feet &lt;br /&gt;i think it is also nice to watch the rain drops falling slowly from the roof top sliding elegantly on the glass window and then falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it is also nice to go for a walk with proper attire and an umbrella. the whole nature seems to be speaking,breathing and vibrating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it is nice to go cycling with rain coat and cap and then drink hot masala tea with bhajiis :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* i better stop dreaming and get back to real world where i need to work till 12 am today :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-114973567173140114?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/114973567173140114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=114973567173140114' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114973567173140114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114973567173140114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-raining-here-since-quiet-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-114947552878381721</id><published>2006-06-04T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T16:59:25.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One chat conversation</title><content type='html'>I donno wht is it with few guys!! who try to ask questions like this!!. I can't help but smile at times. The questions asked were some thing like for some martimonial!!!&lt;br /&gt;iam sure given a chance the person would have asked abt my salary my bank balance my assets!!!! I hate such guys!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 9:56:46 PM): hi&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 9:56:51 PM): hii&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 9:57:03 PM): I am Mr SG&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 9:57:24 PM): working with nissan at LA,cal&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 9:57:52 PM): ok &lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 9:57:57 PM): this is the first time,I guess we r chatting&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 9:58:04 PM): yes&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 9:58:15 PM): tell me something abt u&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 9:58:20 PM): &lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 9:58:23 PM): what do u do&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 9:58:47 PM): wht do want to know&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 9:59:05 PM): u working somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 9:59:51 PM): yes&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:00:03 PM): oks&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:00:22 PM): what have u studied&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:00:41 PM):  wht abt u &lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:00:42 PM): ?&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:01:03 PM): I have done my grad in CS from ukraine&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:01:08 PM): ok&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:01:28 PM): and u&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:01:45 PM): ukraine?Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:01:48 PM): yes&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:01:50 PM): u are not frm india&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:01:58 PM): formerly USSR&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:02:10 PM): I am fr tvm,kerala&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:02:30 PM): ok wt were u doing in ukraine&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:02:38 PM): I did my engr&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:02:44 PM): theer &lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:02:46 PM): ??&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:02:50 PM): parents? &lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:02:52 PM): yes &lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:02:59 PM): they are at tvm,kerala &lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:03:10 PM): ok why did u go to ukraine&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:03:18 PM): to study &lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:03:26 PM): didn't get seat in india&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:04:04 PM): I was actually studying russain at house of soviet culture,tvm&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:04:18 PM): a professor there recomended me&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:04:22 PM): ok&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:04:38 PM): russian school in india?&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:04:39 PM): tell abt urself&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:04:47 PM): cultural centre&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:04:58 PM): not regular school&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:05:18 PM): what have u studied&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:05:42 PM): ok&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:05:59 PM): why dont u add me to ur list of friendsMe (6/4/2006 10:06:05 PM): where?&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:06:07 PM): wht&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:06:11 PM): orkut&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:06:17 PM): why don't u add&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:06:29 PM): tell me ur name&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:06:34 PM): orkut name&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:07:21 PM): Me (6/4/2006 10:07:25 PM): why&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:07:30 PM): so many questions?&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:07:38 PM): questions&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:07:42 PM): how did u message me???&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:07:46 PM): I never asked any&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:07:51 PM): how did u add me&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:07:59 PM): u did&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:08:07 PM): wht I studies wht iam doing&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:08:07 PM): u send me the mail&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:08:14 PM): u messaged me&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:08:15 PM): first&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:08:22 PM): thats the only thing I asked&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:08:35 PM): right&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:08:36 PM): well how did u get my id?&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:08:39 PM): who are u&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:08:42 PM): I want to have friends&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:08:45 PM): ok&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:08:51 PM): how did u message me??&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:09:04 PM): I found ur profile in orkut&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:09:19 PM): hm ok&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:09:31 PM): then why are u asking for my orkut name?&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:10:12 PM): ur orkut name is different&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:10:27 PM): I am not able to search with ur id&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:10:45 PM): gm&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:10:46 PM): tell me &lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:10:49 PM): g2g bbye&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:10:56 PM): r u fr chennai&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:11:02 PM): me too&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/4/2006 10:11:32 PM): gnite&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:11:46 PM): its 7 oclock only here&lt;br /&gt;Mr SG (6/4/2006 10:11:56 PM): too early&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-114947552878381721?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/114947552878381721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=114947552878381721' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114947552878381721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114947552878381721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-chat-conversation.html' title='One chat conversation'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-114913425275236046</id><published>2006-05-31T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:57:32.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>observation</title><content type='html'>as m,y experience off blog browsing grows, my observation regarding  the blog titles grows.&lt;br /&gt;most commonly used pharses are "random" "musings" "ramblings"''&lt;br /&gt;any more obsrevations plz&lt;br /&gt;current Music : Audio Slave - Like a stone&lt;br /&gt;current mood- sleepy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-114913425275236046?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/114913425275236046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=114913425275236046' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114913425275236046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114913425275236046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2006/05/observation.html' title='observation'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-114901937462652874</id><published>2006-05-30T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T11:21:45.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mangos</title><content type='html'>Ate first mango of this year yesterday night. R gave one to me, she had got it from NJ.&lt;br /&gt;Smell of mango brings back memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer vacations at grand parents place,climbing trees,playing with cousins,reading lots of comic books etc was part of growing up till teens. Then got busy with college and tuitions and studies. Yet papa used to bring lots of mangos from market. One year he purchased more than 50 kilos of mangos :) whole house smelt of mangos. Iam not major mango fan as I like jack fruits more. Yet would like to eat the sweet ones. Last year didn't eat mangos as I was feeling home sick and lonely(first time away from home u see) as they would bring back vivid memories.&lt;br /&gt;This year also was planning to do the same thing but didn't want to refuse when R offered.&lt;br /&gt;The smell reminded me of my good old days with my dad around. How we made those "rasayanas" on Sunday mornings with dosas, it reminded me of my moms affection towards mangoes and how she used to sip the seed of it and we used to make fun of her saying "it would get stuck in the throat " or "the seed is pleading you to stop".&lt;br /&gt;I guess no matter where you are past comes back and haunts you, in the form of words,smells,music,clothes.......&lt;br /&gt;awww why am I so observant and emotional!!! how I wish I had heart of stone that would not pain .I guess its all part of being a human rather being a girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-114901937462652874?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/114901937462652874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=114901937462652874' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114901937462652874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114901937462652874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2006/05/mangos.html' title='Mangos'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-114866481246883642</id><published>2006-05-26T13:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T13:33:32.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>List the  palindromes in kannada&lt;br /&gt; these were ones which i could come up with&lt;br /&gt;"ವಿಕಟಕವಿ"&lt;br /&gt;"ಪ೦ಪ"&lt;br /&gt;wht are urs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-114866481246883642?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/114866481246883642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=114866481246883642' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114866481246883642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114866481246883642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2006/05/list-palindromes-in-kannada-these-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-114838849621474688</id><published>2006-05-23T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T08:48:16.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Manmohan Singh to Bush – We are sending Indians to the moon next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bush – Wow! How Many? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Manmohan Singh  - 100 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;25 - OBC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;25 - SC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;20 - ST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5 - Handicapped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5 - Sports Persons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; 5 - Terrorist Affected &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5 - Kashmiri Migrants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; 9 - Politicians &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And if possible&lt;br /&gt;1 – Astronaut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-114838849621474688?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/114838849621474688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=114838849621474688' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114838849621474688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114838849621474688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2006/05/manmohan-singh-to-bush-we-are-sending.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-114796723103401429</id><published>2006-05-18T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T11:47:11.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yipee</title><content type='html'>Well I donno what happened but my office ppl have unblocked LJ :) I as able to post yesterday!!&lt;br /&gt;iam so thank ful to whom ever unblocked it.&lt;br /&gt;but have decide to use it prudently :P and wisely.&lt;br /&gt;but now I guess I'll spend lil time (equally) on LJ and blogspot :)&lt;br /&gt;but again got loads of work to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-114796723103401429?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/114796723103401429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=114796723103401429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114796723103401429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114796723103401429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2006/05/yipee.html' title='yipee'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-114795713424360968</id><published>2006-05-18T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T08:58:54.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best 'Out Of Office' Auto-Replies!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;My favorite one is the 10th one :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: I am currently out at a job interview and will reply to you if I fail to get the position. Be prepared for my mood.&lt;br /&gt;2: You are receiving this automatic notification because I am out of the office. If I was in, chances are you wouldn't have received anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;3: Sorry to have missed you but I am at the doctors having my brain removed so that I may be promoted to management&lt;br /&gt;4: I will be unable to delete all the unread, worthless emails you send me until I return from vacation on 4/18. Please be patient and your mail will be deleted in the order it was received.&lt;br /&gt;5: Thank you for your email. Your credit card has been charged $5.99 for the first ten words and $1.99 for each additional word in your message.&lt;br /&gt;6: The e-mail server is unable to verify your server connection and is unable to deliver this message. Please restart your computer and try sending again. (The beauty of this is that when you return, you can see how many individuals did this over and over).&lt;br /&gt;7: Thank you for your message, which has been added to a queuing system. You are currently in 352nd place, and can expect to receive a reply in approximately 19 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;8: Hi. I'm thinking about what you've just sent me. Please wait by your PC for my response.&lt;br /&gt;9: Hi! I'm busy negotiating the salary for my new job. Don't bother to leave me any messages.&lt;br /&gt;10: I've run away to join a different circus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-114795713424360968?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/114795713424360968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=114795713424360968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114795713424360968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114795713424360968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2006/05/best-out-of-office-auto-replies.html' title='Best &apos;Out Of Office&apos; Auto-Replies!!'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-114787443043812829</id><published>2006-05-17T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T10:00:30.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me,myself and machine</title><content type='html'>It was raining heavily outside. Dark clouds gathered in the sky and nature was in its ominous best. I took a break from my work and went to the pantry to grab a cup of coffee. I had a sip and went near the window to see the rain pouring down heavily outside the glass structure. I was inside our huge office building, unruffled by even the fierceness of the nature. Through the heavy transparent glass, I could see a small girl trying to hold on to her umbrella which the wind was snatching away from her. I felt sorry for the girl, and was happy that I was not in a similar pathetic situation. Yes. I take pride for the fact that I am a software engineer. . I have everything which a common man would envy; money, status, respect, you name it I have it. I always wanted to be software professional and here I am, working for one of the best firms in the world. But then, am I really happy? Now, I could see an imprint of my palm on the other glass window, through which I reminisced my past, basked in the warmth of the sun shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            My childhood was so much of fun. I vividly remember those rainy days, when I hugged my mother tightly during sleeping listening to all the stories told by her. Now, I have a big house here, but then it is just a house, not a home. My parents are pretty far away from me now. I have a cell phone to talk to them everyday, but then I really miss those dinners which I had with my family everyday. I could easily afford to taste all the   different cuisines these days, but the best of food there, lack the love and affection which is present in the food prepared by my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I threw a lavish party for my colleagues for my birthday, but then they would never replace the birthdays when my friends secretly brought a cake and at the end, half of the cake would have ended up on my face. The couple of hundred bucks that u save for a long period just to give a treat to your friends in the road side chat shop can never give the pleasure even after spending a few thousand bucks these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The scene of me crying and refusing to have dinner on the day when I fought with my best friend came to my mind. Today, she has gone far away from me, taking away my love and with it my life, but I am sitting and coding here with a false smile on my face. Everyday I meet new people, but then I long ceased to make a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            It’s true that I have a lot of things now. I have a nice bed, but no time to sleep. Lots of money, but no friends to spend it with. The latest designer clothes, but a worn out body. Quite a few to flirt, but no one to love. Awards for technical excellence, but no reward for the crave for peaceful ambience. A confident demeanor, but a reluctant and apathetic mind. Full of rain, but no sunshine even in the farthest distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Now, I could see the small girl on the road enjoying in the rain with her umbrella firmly in her grip. She might not have all the comforts which I have, but then she has the innocence and fun which I lost a long time back. I have decided to come out of this false fantasy, even if it is at the expense of losing the tap of the software engineer. I am going to again enjoy my life. I am going to go out in the rain and play with the small kid now. I removed my tie, and went near my computer to shut it down. Just then, I saw a new mail alert in my mail box. I slowly opened outlook and I found a message from my manager with an attachment saying that there was a critical defect in the code and I have to fix it soon. I convinced myself that I am not going to get bogged down again by these pressures and stick to my decision. I ignored the mail and went to the rest room. After a couple of minutes, the software engineer in me came out, his shirt tucked in with the perfect tie knot, sat before the computer, and started typing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XYZ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking into the defect and will send the patch files before EOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-114787443043812829?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/114787443043812829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=114787443043812829' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114787443043812829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114787443043812829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2006/05/memyself-and-machine.html' title='Me,myself and machine'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-114787421854307124</id><published>2006-05-17T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T09:59:34.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FOUR WHEELER driving tutorial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="http://www.107.peugeot.co.uk/peugeot.swf" href="http://www.107.peugeot.co.uk/peugeot.swf" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.107.peugeot.co.uk/peugeot.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-114787421854307124?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/114787421854307124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=114787421854307124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114787421854307124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114787421854307124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2006/05/four-wheeler-driving-tutorial.html' title='FOUR WHEELER driving tutorial'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-114787417861648269</id><published>2006-05-17T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T09:56:18.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It all happens in this industry...........</title><content type='html'>A real nice one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A butcher watching over his shop is really surprised when he sees a dog coming inside the shop. He shoos him away. But later, the dog is backagain. So, he goes over to the dog and notices it has a note in itsmouth. He takes the note and it reads "Can I have 12 sausages and a leg of lamb, please? The dog has money in its mouth, as well."The butcher looks inside and, lo and behold, there is a ten dollar notethere. So he takes the money and puts the sausages and lamb in a bag,placing it in the dog's mouth. The butcher is so impressed, and since it's about closing time, he decides to shut the shop and follow the dog.So off he goes. The dog is walking down the street, when it comes to alevel crossing; the dog puts down the bag, jumps up and presses the button. Then it waits patiently, bag in mouth, for the lights to turn.They do, and it walks across the road, with the butcher following himall the way. The dog then comes to a bus stop, and starts looking at the timetable. The butcher is in awe as the dog stops a bus by pulling its left leg upand gets in it. The butcher follows the dog into the bus. The dog thenshows a ticket which is tied to its belt to the bus conductor. Thebutcher is nearly fainting at this sight, so are the other passengers inthe bus. The dog then sits near the driver's seat looking outside. Assoon as the stop is in sight, the dog stands and wags its tail to inform the conductor. Then, without waiting for the bus to stop completely, itjumps out of the bus and runs to a house very close to the stop. It opens the big Iron Gate and rushes inside towards the door. As itapproaches the wooden door, the dog suddenly changes its mind and heads towards the garden. It goes to the window, and beats its head against itseveral times, walks back, jumps off, and waits at the door. The butcherwatches as a big guy opens the door, and starts abusing the dog, kicking him and punching him, and swearing at him. The butcher surprised withthis, runs up, and stops the guy. "What in heaven's name are you doing? The dog is a genius. He could beon TV, for the life of me! "To which the guy responds: "You call this clever? This is the second time this week that this stupid dog'sforgotten his key."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story.....You may continue to exceed on lookers expectations but shall always fallshort of the boss' expectations. It's a dog's life after all.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-114787417861648269?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/114787417861648269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=114787417861648269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114787417861648269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114787417861648269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-all-happens-in-this-industry.html' title='It all happens in this industry...........'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-114780326691812219</id><published>2006-05-16T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T14:16:21.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HURRAH!!!</title><content type='html'>Was going through comments by nimmava :) when he said its an shortcoming by tunga, MS needs to do something etc etc. It just hit to me!! That I might be having those fonts on my MS word!!!!Well I was able to see that it did support, but I guess key board is not mapped for it hence was not able to type in it. Then it occurred to me "Insert --&gt; Symbol" might work!! as it already has few pre fonts(or whatever) After permutation n combination of symbols, this was close to what I could come to :) My name "ಎನಿಘಮಾ" woww yipee&lt;br /&gt;iam yet to figure out how to write my actual name now :0 shall try it when I have loads of time :) need to get back to work now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-114780326691812219?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/114780326691812219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=114780326691812219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114780326691812219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114780326691812219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2006/05/hurrah.html' title='HURRAH!!!'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-114718059584256448</id><published>2006-05-09T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T09:17:11.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My office has blocked LJ now :( what do i do!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-114718059584256448?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/114718059584256448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=114718059584256448' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114718059584256448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114718059584256448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-office-has-blocked-lj-now-what-do-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-114598746865992348</id><published>2006-04-25T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T13:51:08.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change :)</title><content type='html'>Couple of my friends asked me why I am not blogging these days.&lt;br /&gt;Iam blogging at LJ. Lotsa reasons why I shifted to LJ.One of them is security/privacy. We can make our blogs private or public or friends only. Certain things I write about like myself or my experiences , I don't want anonymous people reading it. I would like to share about my feelings/emotions/experiences with friends. Hence this shift. Do let me know if I you want me to add into my friends list. Sorry if I sound paranoid :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-114598746865992348?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/114598746865992348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=114598746865992348' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114598746865992348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/114598746865992348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2006/04/change.html' title='Change :)'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-113512524598370346</id><published>2005-12-20T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T19:34:05.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand writing analysis</title><content type='html'>I was browsing through blogs of friends and found this link of handwriting analysis&lt;br /&gt;and guess what it told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The results of your analysis say:&lt;br /&gt;You plan ahead, and are interested in beauty, design, outward appearance, and symmetry.&lt;br /&gt;You are a shy, idealistic person who does not find it easy to have relationships, especially intimate ones.&lt;br /&gt;You are affectionate, passionate, expressive, and future-oriented.&lt;br /&gt;You are a talkative person, maybe even a busybody!&lt;br /&gt;You are self-confident and like to bring attention to yourself. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first I could not believe it , I read and re read the result whola!!! Its almost true about me!!&lt;br /&gt;I think you should also visit this site &lt;a href="http://handwriting.feedbucket.com/r"&gt;http://handwriting.feedbucket.com/r&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more is yet to come. Had a hectic day and My clients threw me a surprise party!!! I was so touched. Cut icecream cake then they gave me lost of presents too. Occasion? Iam getting released from the project so they all were like they'll miss me.I'll miss some of them too. Especially Lori, a lady with whom I worked she is a wonderful person. She is so cooperative patient, efficient ,compassionate at the same time gets the work done too. She is just amazing, she also has a four year old little daughter who is very smart&lt;br /&gt;I started a new blog site at live journal too so might merge these two :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-113512524598370346?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/113512524598370346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=113512524598370346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/113512524598370346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/113512524598370346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2005/12/hand-writing-analysis.html' title='Hand writing analysis'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-113502728855451477</id><published>2005-12-19T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T16:21:28.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Well last 2 weeks seemed like an entire life time for me. It almost seemed like hell. I feel life is not all that fair for you. Well to whom can you complain about it or question about it no one but you. Some times moments seem to have just frozen and some times it just flies away. I always get torn between real world and my own world. In my world everything is perfect and in order. People behave as they are expected to and things go on as it is planned. But Real world is something else people are unpredictable,things go haywire when they are least expected to.&lt;br /&gt;I some times feel very lonely and feel cannot share my thoughts and feelings with any one and some times I feel confident,comfortable and in no need for any one to listen to me. Iam almost getting used to making my own decisions,handling crisis by myself,thinking out of the box,recognizing people and their intension!! . But in the process loosing my innocent self to believe what others say,what others think is good for me,losing my wild imagination and ideas, turning into serious boring adult.Iam scared at times to lose my individuality and become like one of those who just don't take risks or don't give chances . I feel like turning the time machine back and becoming papas little girl where parents make all the decisions for you and you need to just implement it.&lt;br /&gt;Again iam in the storm of emotions. Its very hard to believe anyone these days even your own people can turn out to be treacherous and hideous creatures. Its amazing that how a relationship between two people can get affected by the people around them, sometimes I feel I should l not listen to what others say and make my own decisions, some times I am scared what if what ever others say is true!!&lt;br /&gt;Iam caught again in the decision making System to be or not to be . Mind says something and hearts sings something. I don't remember ever making my decisions listening to my heart I have always used logical and lateral thinking techniques. But people say sometimes you should listen to your heart. But again sine its a matter of my whole life I have to be practical and think what lies ahead and what I want to do 2 years from now or 5 years from now.My mind is blank the path ahead seems to be dark and I cannot see my goal!&lt;br /&gt;you may not believe ii have not slept properly since two weeks I can say hardly any sleep. iam wide awake till 2 or 3 am in morning try to catch some sleep and wake up by 7 .&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to keep my mind blank and let things shape up by itself Iam not going to decide and if others want to they are most welcome!! Life just sucks sometimes these are the moments when I wish my dad was here giving me suggestions and ideas. I could always trust no matter what he would always do good to me.But now things are different! iam on my own all alone in this whole world on quest for a better life, better people ,better companion. I feel very drained out by thinking 24/7. I don't see any way out all I see is wall wall and wall. I feel like I have reached a dead end and I don't feel like tracing back the same path&lt;br /&gt;I look calm and serene form outside but have a hidden volcano inside donoo when it might blow off!!&lt;br /&gt;They say you feel better if you pendown your thoughts. So thought of blogging it out But again it didn't making me feel any better or worse iam still feeling the same&lt;br /&gt;But I actually had a pleasant kind of dream around 6 am in the morning not sure if it pleasant for others. Donno if its an indication regarding how things might shape up Well if thats what it means so be it I don't think there can be anything better than that for me !!! But again if it only happens that way! Else I have to find a alternative solution :) Life is like that.&lt;br /&gt;Iam yet to write on my Florida Trip. No mood yet to write about a jovial trip.&lt;br /&gt;I think I better end this blog with nice quotes"If he(god) has got you into it, he'll get you through it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-113502728855451477?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/113502728855451477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=113502728855451477' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/113502728855451477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/113502728855451477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2005/12/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-113260407556790289</id><published>2005-11-21T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T15:14:35.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addendum</title><content type='html'>Forgot to mention this earlier :). Guy with Dengu is completely fins and he left to India on Friday :)&lt;br /&gt;They all were pulling my leg saying "becoz of your dal rice he recovered soon " :)&lt;br /&gt;I donno how far it is true , but the effect was he started to cook a bit of food at home last week (got scared to eat my cooking probably :) )&lt;br /&gt;He sold off most of the items he had (furniture car etc) and back home to meet his family.&lt;br /&gt;we all were happy for him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-113260407556790289?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/113260407556790289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=113260407556790289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/113260407556790289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/113260407556790289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2005/11/addendum.html' title='Addendum'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-113260331372555127</id><published>2005-11-21T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T15:01:53.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew Iam back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last week was kind of lethargic. Didn't feel like penning down my thoughts :). Ya I know I am lazy at times (!? or most of the times!!). In fact I have lot of catching to do since last week end. So where do I start from :). Nothing great happened the whole week except.... An exciting project offer I was waiting for an year:) it was like dream come true. I almost have made up my mind regarding my career and personal life so it feels a little better now. So have loads of planning to do. Already have started putting few things in action. Woww I never knew that I was a great planner. Well now big task is to get released form this project :) as well as this account .I almost convinced them over here to release me, but again life is always unpredictable like me !!&lt;br /&gt;Trying to do few ground work for future now. Just chalking out Plan A Plan B Plan C, so that if one doesn't work out then try another kind. Hope everything goes on well by gods grace . The other Project's Manager sounded pretty confident about me joining there team so that infact &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; offer was to Join from today!!!!! I was thrilled on Friday when I heard this but alas these people would not let me go till December end or Jan beginning. Well iam trying all the tricks I learnt in 3 years of my career :) to get released so hope for the best!.&lt;br /&gt;That way the week was eventful. Planning to get a project , talking about release, and thinking about what else needs to be done and what are the ways. I feel like an business women now who tries to make all the strategic plans , thinks from different perspective and angles , does ground work and prepares for a battle!!. Here its not a literal battle but like a game of chess, where you make your moves and anticipate what moves your opponent is going to make and how to finally "Checkmate" him&lt;br /&gt;Iam trying not to take too much of responsibility as in saying " If you are irreplaceable then chances are high that you won't get promotion" How true. I had hard time getting released from my previous project and coming up to onsite. Because I was irreplaceable resource in my project! I was not able to get into my dream project. Well I think aim lucky again so I have got an offer from them again :) don't want to miss it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay other than my project life nothing else seemed so significant for me!!I think iam a bit workoholic :) If I love my work don't mind doing it for 14 hours in a day( I need some time to eat and sleep too)&lt;br /&gt;week end was quiet and normal. We were invited at a friends place for dinner on Sunday night :) we were supposed to be in their house early and help, but really had lot of work to do so we landed up at 8. After that we had to help a little:) Menu was Aloo Paratha, gobhi manchuri,palak paneer and ice cream :). We had hearty dinner and I ate two bowls of icecream!! One for me and one for my room mate. She is kinda on diet so she doesn't eat icecream ,chocolates, cookies n all now :)&lt;br /&gt;Iam as usual not bothered about how I look how much I weigh eat all of them :) I also need to reduce a little bit though else I won't fit into my clothes soon and I have to go shopping for new wardrobe, which I don't intend to do for couple of months as I already have stock of clothes here and back home to go for 3 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now got news that friend of mine got promoted!! He was supposed to get promoted with us last year but some how missed out. Better late than never so we all are bugging him for a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written so many things in this entry of my blog so iam a bit confused how to conclude it.&lt;br /&gt;Hm Let me just summarize then. Week was eventful with major project change that would affect both my career as well as personal life . So need to wait and watch now how things are going to shape up But I have to be very careful till I get released , not to take panga or head on collision or any kind of misunderstanding with the people over here. So trying to be better,smart,nice sweet and mean :)a all at a time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-113260331372555127?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/113260331372555127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=113260331372555127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/113260331372555127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/113260331372555127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2005/11/phew-iam-back.html' title='Phew Iam back'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-113173694500575826</id><published>2005-11-11T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T14:34:37.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody Thursday Happy Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was Thursday. Had an early start for day. Reached office by 7.45 am. Called up offshore and clarified things to them asked them to call me if they had any doubts . Started checking mails and replying :) orkuting. Went to cafeteria picked up Coffee (Vanilla creamy) and toast. Since I am a pure veggie can't eat omelets and since it was Thursday can't eat anything else other than wheat products.&lt;br /&gt;Back home I used to fast on Thursdays. Here its get a Little difficult as work load might be very much and you would have to run around too much . So Try to eat wheat products without onion garlic etc. My mom's mom used to do that my mom used to do that too. So just trying to keep up their custom Nothing major though. :)&lt;br /&gt;We were suppose to have 9 am meeting and I was searching for the participants!! I found them missing!!. Checked my Calendar and saw that It was scheduled for 9 am Thursday!! Messaged Client manager asking about the meeting. He said dial in , I was like I don't have the number!, he was like find it on the invitation, I Searched and didn't find it then he sent me the number dialed in and LO!! Only 3 people in meeting rest were missing!! We waited for them for around 15 minutes and then cancelled the meeting. It was very nice of him not to get irritated. If were him then I am sure they would have got proper firing . We rescheduled the meeting to Friday morning 10 am So I was like one day I come in early to office to attend a meeting and its called off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started resolving some production issues simultaneously talking to friends through mails. Was enquiring about the Dengu guy and his friends said he started bleeding through his nose at around 1 am and they had to take him to hospital and he is back now. I was totally scared. Tried to call up back home and ask few knowledgeable people so as what to do in such condition Got few advises and conveyed the same to his friends and asked his friends to take good care of him My mood of kinda off then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were making plans for thanks giving week end. One of my friend made a comment and I was already on a edge and it just triggered me off.&lt;br /&gt;She was like "Bhadko mat PhulanDevi" one more friend tried to pull my leg and he also got proper firing back. I donno why I was feeling so crappy yesterday , may be lack of proper sleep or may be because of the fact that I wouldn't be joining other set of friends to Florida trip. What ever was the reason was I not in proper mood. Had lunch with another set of acquaintances and they were trying to pass some smart comments So I was like " Think what you want say what you want I don't care"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Came back and logged into to regular 3 o clock status call. People were going on and on, I used to drift off and drift in often finally they finished meeting by 3 45 pm I think. Then had to synchronize my Production changes with Start team so that Offshore team could update there environments&lt;br /&gt;In between was chatting with quite a few friends Headed home by 5 30 pm. Stopped over Dunkin Doughnuts as my Roommate wanted to pick up Cafe Latte. Reached home just mounted on the couch and switched on TV flipped channels watched FRIENDS that's so Raven, Felicity, and some serial (I donno the name) about school dance team etc. Then got up and started to make "Phulkas". Had an early dinner at 8 20 pm and again started watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;Then my friend called me and said I can join them for Florida trip as few people were dropping out :))) . I was So happy I was all smiles. So called other set of friends asked them if they had any problem if I went with other set they were like we are fine!! So all set for F L O R I D A Trip now . I am so excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;Called few of my friends and started playing online pool. Original plan was to go to bed early! But started talking to friends over the phone and was playing pool and realized it was 12 am!!. My poor room mate was busy with an offshore call. She has loads of work these days! Then Hit bed and was still talking to a friend. Finally called it a day by 12 30 am. Couldn't sleep well was tossing and turning and my room mate was still busy with offshore call, felt that it was too warm in the room I didn't get up form bed though. Finally my room mate finished her call at 3 am after that I could get some sleep. Woke up hurriedly in the morning freshened up had breakfast and suddenly realized I had a 10 am con call . Logged into network form home wrote down the numbers and started by 9 45 am. Reached office by exact 10 am. Ran up to the elevator quickly got to my desk and logged in to the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more prod bug so started looking into it while I was in the call. Fixed it and I was still in the call!!!. Checked mails replied to friends and was waiting for an important mail from a project manger who happens to be a good friend of mine, regarding some project related enquiries. Was very happy to read the mail. Finally the call ended by 11 and I was like lemme take a break. Just checked mails and started working on next release projects. Was just checking through and realized it was 12 15!! Pinged my roomy for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Usually we go out for lunch on Fridays. We went to subway had came back to office. Then I thought let me write my blog so started composing it simultaneously while talking to my friends through mails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toady evening we have a team dinner by our project manager at Chilies its in Wilkes-Barre&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realized that its FRIDAY yo yo yo and tomorrow is Saturday so get to sleep for more time !!&lt;br /&gt;But we have some outing plans tomorrow so may not be able to accomplish that lets see what happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-113173694500575826?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/113173694500575826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=113173694500575826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/113173694500575826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/113173694500575826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2005/11/moody-thursday-happy-friday.html' title='Moody Thursday Happy Friday'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-113163457381824025</id><published>2005-11-10T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T09:56:13.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i.e. Wednesday was a little busy day. Meetings after meetings mails after mails!&lt;br /&gt;Had nice lunch with our client. We had been to Ruby Tuesday. A place near to our office. Weather was very gloomy. Windy and it started to rain. We drove down to that place by 12 noon.&lt;br /&gt;Me being a pure veggie Had tough time choosing from menu. Finally with little help chose Veggie Wrap and French fries. Didn't feel like eating just salad on a cold day. We were talking and discussing about project people and other stuff , at times I just drifted off to my own world! As I always do., physically present mentally absent! My Veggie wrap was served and I was not sure whether to eat it or not. Iam not a person who tries to please or do things to impress people. But a team mate of mine was trying to butter the client manager!!. I didn't feel like eating the wrap so barely ate it. Finished my lunch with fries and manger was like want to go for dessert already I could feel my stomach uneasy , due to the food I ate or due to the smell of crab/chicken ordered by others dining with me! But my team mate was like oh "I'll give you company, I don't mind eating!!" I was like even if they ask him to polish their shoes he would have done it!. We were talking about some video shoot and family and work culture blah blah blah. In between I used to drift off and suddenly being pulled back by a question thrown at me. It was a nice Lunch though. We discussed about my driving lessons over the week end and steps towards getting a license etc etc. Came back office. Had a meeting at 2 pm. Meeting went on pretty well! Surprisingly I didn't fall asleep, may be my stomach was not too full and comfortable Was busy looking at other stuff after meeting. And Called off day by 5.30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend/colleague of mine was not keeping well . He was admitted in a hospital or 3 days and was back home. SO thought of making some dinner for him and visiting him. Came home Made dough for chapatti. Then kept for Dal. Stupid cooker just blew out all the water!! So had to remove the mess and keep in other cooker. Then kept for rice and was cleaning the mess. Made Dal realized that salt + chilli powder was more. A friend advised me puree a tomato and add it so did that. Then gave seasoning. And started making "Phulkas" for Thursday afternoon lunch.&lt;br /&gt;"phulka" was taught to me by my room mate who is an amazing cook. Learnt quiet a bit from her. Like how to make Pav Bhaji,paneer mutter, mushroom mutter etc etc. She is from Bombay.&lt;br /&gt;Made Phulkas packed the Lunch boxes. Packed for that guy too and freshened Up. By then it was 830. It was raining quiet heavily . My room mate came back form office and we started towards that persons place. He was staying in a friends place.&lt;br /&gt;His family was here and now are in India. His wife gave birth to a baby girl and he had gone to visit them few days back they named their daughter "Yeshwi". He also has a son who is 6 years old. Poor chap was in very bad shape and didn't want to eat Dal rice!!! He wanted pickle aloo tikke and subway!!!!! After we went their we found out that he had "Dengu" Oh my god you should have seen the expression on my face!! . I told him he ash to thinks bout his wife and daughter and son . He has to take proper food and not bother about goody stuff for few days idlest. He would not listen!! We were talking for quiet sometime and came back home . Called up my friends and they said go take bath first it might be contagious . So people scared the hell out of me and forced me to take bath at 11 o Clock in the night. I had to wash my hair too!!. Had dinner after that and started talking to my friends over the phone. Realized it was high time for me to go to bed as I had to wake up very very early next day. So called it logical end of day by 12 am!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-113163457381824025?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/113163457381824025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=113163457381824025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/113163457381824025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/113163457381824025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-113147314821110394</id><published>2005-11-08T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T13:05:48.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Whew looks like day has just started. Didn't feel like waking up early in the morning getting ready and going to office so decided to work from home. Logged into m office network and checked my Lotus notes. Well iam just on time! Some production bug was reported and I had got fix it. Well started working on it, simultaneously checking other mail accounts replying to the mails and finally fixed the bud sent it for install.. I enjoy these solitary moments some times. Not many people around(no one around!) trying to find work and work :) Iam almost done with the project over here. Have asked for a release still in dilemma whether to go back to India or to relocate.i feel helpless sometimes, Feel that I suddenly have to grow up from my usual kiddish self to some mature adult making decision of life time!.Its hard to decide personal life or professional life!! I wish my dad was there. He would have helped me making up my mind and he would have been their to support me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-113147314821110394?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/113147314821110394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=113147314821110394' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/113147314821110394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/113147314821110394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18736040.post-113139205206349375</id><published>2005-11-07T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T14:34:12.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>I had an blog account quiet sometime back. But never blogged or used it even once.&lt;br /&gt;today was inspired by a friend of mine to open a new account and start blogging.&lt;br /&gt;so here I go. I'm in US of A now 223pm Nov 7th after noon. After lunch hours Monday blues follow. Trying to keep my eyes open and work. But the attempts are very costly. Tried to take a walk and a break . no use. Tried calling friends and bug them, no use. So need to go wash my face and then try to work :DDD .&lt;br /&gt;Day so far was good ,not much work to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18736040-113139205206349375?l=nannadeenachari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/feeds/113139205206349375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18736040&amp;postID=113139205206349375' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/113139205206349375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18736040/posts/default/113139205206349375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadeenachari.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580628008134339989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
