<?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-37444966</id><updated>2012-01-29T05:45:48.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assorted</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37444966.post-6771398374670734970</id><published>2011-05-23T10:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T10:17:19.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try now..</title><content type='html'>It was a hectic trip...but flashy one too to Milan a 6 weeker.. And I was out of touch from blogging and here I'm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while I check if my friend-cum-crush is online in Gtalk - it didn't go well when I expressed. There is always some kind a adernaline-surge whenever I see her online - but thats it I dont have courage to talk to her, again - I lost my face already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I was wondering (its that "come as you are.." from Nirvana reminds me ..) about this and logged in google to chk she is online.thinking may be I didn't time-it-well back then...may be I should have spend some more time to knew her thoughts before doing what I did..and ..wait a minute...Google is saying "Try now..."!!! -(my internet is slow)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-6771398374670734970?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/6771398374670734970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=6771398374670734970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/6771398374670734970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/6771398374670734970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2011/05/try-now.html' title='Try now..'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-5957662843943353605</id><published>2011-05-15T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:54:07.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>அன்பேசிவம்: தொலைந்து போனவனின் வாழ்க்கை</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://eniyoruvithiseivom.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_15.html"&gt;அன்பேசிவம்: தொலைந்து போனவனின் வாழ்க்கை&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-5957662843943353605?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://eniyoruvithiseivom.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_15.html' title='அன்பேசிவம்: தொலைந்து போனவனின் வாழ்க்கை'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/5957662843943353605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=5957662843943353605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/5957662843943353605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/5957662843943353605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='அன்பேசிவம்: தொலைந்து போனவனின் வாழ்க்கை'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-7604489832129589849</id><published>2010-12-19T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T05:11:32.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday - After lunch movie..</title><content type='html'>"One of the symptom of your problem is sudden-suicide-feeling"...Dhanush tells to Vivek who is sipping his drink,drops the glass out of shock, vivek "Suicide ?!?!?! Am already married man. Why will I suicide again.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After quite a while I enjoyed,thoroughly, a Sunday after lunch movie (DVD) with so much of stomach pain due to laugh. Movie is "uthama puthiran". I wanted to watch the movie only for the angel in the movie - Jenelia. Interestingly the movie is a good laugh. A typical Telugu movie backdrop, and logic-less stories - but no worries..the movie is full of comedy. Especially the second half is completely ruled by vivek. Most of the time with his witty dialogues and rest with his innocent and being unaware of what-comes-next look. Give a try a good entertainer. And needless to say Jenelia...very cute in this movie too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel quality of south movies has increased a bit. Especially, lot less violence, good subjects and at times some good remakes too. Yesterday I saw this  movie chikku-bukku, Arya and Shreya starrer. Its a quite interesting movie to watch. Its again a Period movie (am I right is saying this?) with parallel narration of two love stories - one happening now and the other in yester-generation (80s). Yes, for people who thinking this is a remake of "love-aajkal", you are not right completely. The original theme of the movie was from Koren - "The Classic". I have seen this movie and is really a classic. In Chikku-bukku the story was well adapted to south-indian viewers. I think the director was little worried in the climax that audience might miss the best part of the story...hence he is stretching the climax a little more than the normal, both by more shots and dialogues - especially the one that details the finer point in the movie - to the last section of audience who has not got the point. I wish the director would have left that understanding to the viewer - am sure an above average viewer would have got the point. Explaining things so explicit may adverse the taste. Nevertheless its comfort of the director and trust he has on the viewers intelligence. (I think ManiRatnam is the master of it - he never tells things explicitly and leave it to the viewer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the director change the plot slightly by adding a "road-trip" part to the movie. Is this present in love-aajkal. Dont know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sifyimg.edgesuite.net/static.sify.com/content/media/image/kl4kTJacaed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 500px;" src="http://sifyimg.edgesuite.net/static.sify.com/content/media/image/kl4kTJacaed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I liked the lead-role actress(am not referring Shreya) very lovely. With such a beautiful plot, probably music could have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 is a luck year for Arya..two movies with nice story (Madarasipattinam, chikkubukku) and a full-blown-comedy in "Boss aka baskaran"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am still keeping Nandala for tonight. I dont wnat to bogg this movie with any other nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-7604489832129589849?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/7604489832129589849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=7604489832129589849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/7604489832129589849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/7604489832129589849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2010/12/sunday-after-lunch-movie.html' title='Sunday - After lunch movie..'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-925821212816986279</id><published>2010-12-15T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T10:11:48.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What drives?</title><content type='html'>Its almost end of the year 2010..with no significant achievements an year is slipping away...and life changing its calendar.A decade from the Y2k...hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December is so boring...dull at work...very dull climate..cold outside..and raining too this year..not so interesting changes happening in office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know how others (read as human beings) pushing their life ahead. WTF is fuelling them..wat drives it...&lt;br /&gt;i have no motivation to do work...no motivation to fill appraisal forms...to book tiket home...to book leaves..to pay premiums for investments..to get offer letter ..to get hike..&lt;br /&gt;to go aerobics..to keep fit..to cook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks...also being scared of taking any risk also compunds..i think..well one infinite small thinkg to be happy is did let me feelings out..but only to get backfired is different story..but thats ok...wtf ( watching bruce almighty when editing this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank got it started 2 and half men in starworld..going to watch it..will c u latter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-925821212816986279?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/925821212816986279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=925821212816986279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/925821212816986279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/925821212816986279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-motivation.html' title='What drives?'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-814138471480433216</id><published>2010-12-04T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T01:00:51.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>being proactive..</title><content type='html'>My friend cum colleague was upset during our regular tea-time in office. We were bit relived that our free-coffee will continue for some more time after our blue-merger. (BTW I was having home-made-vada with T in Sunday brunch...man u got to live with family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we were doing the same type of job, he (sh) opted to pursue the project management side while I continued to be in the functional side. Don’t know who and when someone will register my story in their blog like this. Ok back to the tea table. Our friend is upset to the core that he don’t want to do the PM, ever and he is in fact ready to go back to what he was doing an year before. It turns out that the problem is not with the role but that his mentor, or lead (not the reporting manager) is the trouble. Being a very career-climber its obvious his lead is finding all the options to criticize on him or make him look small. Well, being part of the game, our friend thought this would change soon and he will have obvious advantages - but his lead made sure our friend is just a unofficial-PA. Sensing this we did our part to rub the salt whenever we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance if there is an email from customer for which our friend, if responds, his lead will give 10 reasons why he shouldn't have responded so fast without her involvement. Makes sense, may be, next time he waited for his lead to respond, but only to see a feedback indicating he should have responded to the customer immediately as this was an urgent matter. Now Our friend is clearly confused. Should he reply or not. A third shocker came soon, where in a customer, by mistake had copied all relevant but our friend. Sh neither saw the email so / nor replied. This time the comment from the lead was the "you are not proactive enough to make sure that you are in all the emails from customer". There is an old saying when your senior desides to screw you, he will have all the options. So any emails, with or without his  involvement will be an opportunity for his lead to ..use-it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-814138471480433216?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/814138471480433216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=814138471480433216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/814138471480433216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/814138471480433216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2010/12/being-proactive.html' title='being proactive..'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-6939296259462448258</id><published>2010-10-17T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T06:49:58.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepavali memoir 3</title><content type='html'>When I like something the next thing we like to do is to talk about it. Talk about that in every other opportunity you got - no matter you still have that or you lost it. Or at least I would like to hear about that. I believe this is not just my problem :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.G.Senthil, he is one of my old bus-mate. We used to travel to the school in the same bus.He is not my class but my neighbor. Beside this there were nothing common between us. I think it was when we were in 7th std and one day Senthil mentioned about his dad's plan to open a fire-work shop a week for deepavali. Did I just hear cracker shop !!! yes. He said. His dad is actually a small time business man. I dont know why, if I think about it now its just so crazy, because I was so happy about that idea. Still not sure why I was so happy. I started asking more details about the shop, their plan. How long they want to keep the shop, where do they get them from sivakasi an so on. It was i think 10 days before the diwali day and I start asking him anything and everything about the shop. I'm sure senthil would have wondered what happened to me. Infact my curiocty even continued a week after diwali, asking what have they done with the left overs. I remember he once said irritatingly that, I dont know da, i think we returned them back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same year he failed and continued 2dn yr doing 7th. Latter I lost his touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same year, somehow my dad came up wiht the new idea of buying fire-works directly from the manufacturer in Sivakasi. But how?. We can get that thru post. Post - how is that possible. Its simple we send MO for some amount and they will send parcel to the address we specify. Oh  thats a good idea, but do you know some one to send to? I dont know we will find that out. From that time I started searching all the news papers for fire-works add and finalized a company -  I still remember the name - "Kaleeshwari fire works". My dad said ok, lets M.O. 100 Rs to this address. 100 Rs? Dad thats very less  you will get nothing. No no dont worry in Sivakasi things are really cheap and you will actually get a lot. So 100 is more than enough. So what about the list - how will he know what to send? No, they ususally have a gift-pack and that covers most of the items you need. Dont worry.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime my dad comeup with such very not-so-down-to-earth type ideas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the nearby PO. and was filling a M.O. I took the help of postman Mani there (my dad couldn't make for some reason.) Mani was asking what this is money is for and I explained. He was surprised ay my answer "Do they do that?" Ya they do. How long will it take, for which I dont have answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending this MO, I have his feeling of exitement as though am expecting a huge pack. Twodays passed no response. The third day there was this postman on my door step. I was so happy to see him and was wondering how big the pack was. He handed over the part of M.O. where it was written "rejected by the receiver !!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-6939296259462448258?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/6939296259462448258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=6939296259462448258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/6939296259462448258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/6939296259462448258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2010/10/deepavali-memoir-3.html' title='Deepavali memoir 3'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-136218214994685785</id><published>2010-10-16T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T22:30:29.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MGR Movie &amp; My uncle - Deepavali Memoir 2</title><content type='html'>He is tall, thin, fair and very handsome. My mum often refer him as the eldest son of our family, elder to my brother. Arasappan, my uncle - younger brother to my mum. After his school he was made to come to tirupur and start taking training in Sarvodya and slowly got into the job of sarvodaya - typically thats how one get job in there. You join as a trainee and become an employee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle works in a place which is around 30 kms from tirpur, a place called madhapoor - near palladam. During his initial times of training he is been living in my house - for around 3 yrs and then shifted to madhapoor. Usually weekends he come home and back to work on monday morningns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having an uncle who will get you whatever you want and support on every your action is something you will love and feel the comfort only after you loose one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened when I was doing my 3rd std(3 or 4 years before the incidence in mem-1). My uncle came home on the deepvali morning. after a feast that my mum prepared (which is usally the case on a deepvali) my uncle took me along for a walk and was asking about the crackers and stuffs. Being me, i started complaining that the cracker was not sufficient need more. It was almost 1:00 PM and most of the shops are closed. He promised me to buy some tommorow, but only if I go with him in the evening. I asked - where?. Movie - there is this MGR movie running in the near by theater - "enga veetu pillai". It was not a new release - but for crazy fans like my uncle this movie has been screened on this day - latter I realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a die-hard fan of MGR and my mum used to tell stories of my uncle having blow-ups of MGR in his school books and room.He was literally exited on seeing MGR on screen especially for "Naan anaiittal.." song. Anytime I see this song it reminds me that deepavali and my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day he took me to the near by shop and got me as much of crackers I needed. He was telling the surprised-shop-keeper that somehow they missed getting 2 days before hence doing it. This shop keeper knows our family and was asking about his work and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that was the last time I saw him. Things changed a lot within 10 months after this. He got married with the disapproval of my mum, moved to Madappor with his newly wed wife. And one friday night (and still I remember that friday when my mum was, for some reason really upset and restless, very visibly) two elderly guys came and conveyed the news. Hel broke loose, my mum along with the neighbours rushed to madhappor immediately. Two days latter my uncle's body was cremated in the same town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know for some reason I didn't cry on the day..still don't know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-136218214994685785?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/136218214994685785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=136218214994685785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/136218214994685785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/136218214994685785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2010/10/mgr-movie-my-uncle-deepavali-memoir-2.html' title='MGR Movie &amp; My uncle - Deepavali Memoir 2'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-3906545283004643137</id><published>2010-10-16T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T22:33:59.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You deserve it Kid - Deepavali memoir 1</title><content type='html'>I have to really sequence these memoirs. Since I was in a mood to write what eever comming to my mind with out editing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to live in a colony - a closed community colony for the sarvodaya employees - in my home town Tirupur. It was a small colony of 18 houses. I was born and lived till my 15 yrs there before moving to the current house. This is like any government quarters where you could see people of various level and the obvious politics - simple politics like having the right to access things - simple things like water, benefits, concession on power usage and so on. My mum lived in that place for 25 years with my dad and for her it is the world (Reality is, world is just outside the colony which it took around 30 yrs for her and our family - when we were locked out of colony and forced to find a new place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the ususal politics , the environment of a closed community is something one would have to be previlaged to get. You would know each and every member of the colony, their relavtives and their specific details of where they work / study. sometimes these visitors even know the neighbours of their hosts well enough to buy gifts for them. That was an awesome time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only three types of family Type-1 - for eg - the family of the chief-seceratory of a specific department - who is like the boss of most of the others. The next day of diwali you could see the maximum amount of burnt crackers in front of their house. There there will be an Type-2 called poor man’s  -  where kids used to collect the burnt crackers from other house and spread in thier house, for obvious reasons . And then there will be a third type - where where kids dont have enough crackers, nor has guts to follow type-2.&lt;br /&gt; Some times I used think how the hell these people get so much of crackers while my dad ususally get only a little - which I used to finish in just couple of hours and then will be watching like a ginger-monkey of others firing !!! Beleive me that is one of the most upsetting feeling in that times..watching others crackering, while you are done with your part. Crackers are the integral part of this deepavali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad ususally gets cracker just 3 days before and it is extreme-joy for me to just see the way the crackers the bombs and the rockets are arranged in nice jazzy colored packing. I never used to get contented with the crackers my dad buy me. Finally my dad will tell me - why should one waste more money for smokes and fire - instead you can use that for better things. A usual middle class man's funda. When someone dont understand the meaning of  "wasting money" how could you expect him to understand these lines..neverthless my parents used to say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaliammal was her name, he is the lady of our neighbour. Somehow we have been painted a witch image about her by our other neighbour and my mum (thru usuall ghossip). It was the early morning of the diwali day  - 4:50 AM..i think. I was doing my 7th std I think. While my brother, sister and dad were getting ready for the oil bath on the rear side of the house – a usual ritual on the day, I took one of the serial shot ( there was a bet between me and my friend about who would fire the first cracker on the deepavali day) and was about to set the fire.  This lady was just standing there and was filling water from the tap, while I was waiting restlessly for her to move out so that I can start my firing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me there, this witch (note its W not B) is taking unusually more time to fill the bucket.I was worried that my friend might win me.  After a few seconds,I gave up and wanted to see how she reacts to a suddent burst behind her back (as she has some real problem in hearing - a half deaf) - my wicked !! I set the fire – which was just behind her - and ran to a reasonably safe-distance . After all it was not a big one. After its usual animated gimmick, this  cracker fall down and suddenly turned and part of it flew like a rocket ( you never predict the behaviour ) and before I could realise what had happened the piece that flew, hit my knee. I was wearing half-trousers then (and not a full pant or a dothi or never heard of a jean)The pace and the fire in the piece that flew over almost made a black mark on my knee. To my luck it didn't blast after that. I just sat down in the place, immovable and was holding me knee. The pain was so excruciating like am iron nail was stabbed on my knee. It was very unlikely that she would have heard all these things considering the noise of the birds in the early mornign and her deafness – but not sure. &lt;br /&gt;After few seconds the lady finished filling her bucket and started moving away and she dropped a friendly smile at me on her way&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know if that was an casual &amp; innocent smile or  its a you- deserve-it-kid type smile !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-3906545283004643137?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/3906545283004643137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=3906545283004643137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/3906545283004643137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/3906545283004643137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-deserve-it-kid-deepavali-memoir-1.html' title='You deserve it Kid - Deepavali memoir 1'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-401171949731270022</id><published>2010-10-10T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T04:47:52.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caching..</title><content type='html'>Peri, Need a help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was interuppted when I genuienly started my day work at 5:45 PM. I swinged back and faced Nishant. He is a new joinee to my team and fresher. Lot of energy, and gulti. So you can imagine the IQ and  english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to disapporove his curiosity esply after blasting him twice since the afternoon - when I started reviewing his code. Eventhough I dont wnat to be a peoples person, I know how it is when someone disapproves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Nishant go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question. Is it better to call Hashmap or a function().&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I could relate the question. Since afternoon I was explaining how to maintain a local-cache using a Map. And seems like he has a question in it or a better approach for a cache. Whenever some new person asks a question,dont stop them. It may be a great idea - new questions can bring in creative ideas. I truley beleieve in it and was trying hard to understand what he actully meant, with less worrying about what he actually asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After scratching me head for 2 seconds, what do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean calling a function can be better, know, in Java.  Instead of calling a hashmap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm...still not getting the complete point what he is mumbling, what function you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my inablity to understand what he meants ( and probably scared of me scolding him, again, in the same day) Nishant started refining his statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam thinking, Java might take less time to call a method than a hashmap. Am  thinking this may be faster than what we discussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm..which method you are referring. It depends on the method. Can you show me the method you are referring, I slowly moved towards his laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the method...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you mean the method where you get details from DB ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now am getting the picture a bit. So you are saying since its a method call it will be faster than a hashmap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD I dont expect this crappy question...but keep it cool...dont take it on him....dont discourage..he will be upset..pls cool down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you are calling DB and fetching records right. That will actually be a time consuming task right? So the time taken for a function call will be including that, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since DB calls are time consuming we are maintaining the cache, so that next time we will not call DB, right? So time taken for JVM to call a method may be faster, but what we need to worry here is how much time it takes to execute the method. which here would be more than the hashmap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now I hope he realised it was not a very-intelligent question and started smiling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-401171949731270022?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/401171949731270022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=401171949731270022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/401171949731270022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/401171949731270022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2010/10/caching.html' title='Caching..'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-1073187022793892715</id><published>2010-10-04T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T10:34:11.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mood swing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mood-swing - I think I heared this term first time 5 yrs before when one of colegue was talking about an other in usual cofee-bitching session. When I understand this term I thought this is for some eccentric character type persons's thing. Well after 5 yrs  I realise that shit am one among that. Am too lazy to justify my above point try to explain with the hepl of the the chat script betwee me an priya - she is one of my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: hey u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: ys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ We were just talking about the Superstart movie Endhiran which jsut releasd 2 days ago and other ususal useless things..Just cutting straight to the point]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: hey..i might go to Italy..this month end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: hey unnakum ennakum same horoscope (this is reply for the previous msg from me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so sad  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;wow thtz gr88 pop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: sad / gr88 ??? ( we have to put some mokkai comedy just to keep the chat going ..enna seiyya)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: adaddda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sad sonnathu for our fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;gr88 sonnathu for ur italy trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: ya...i know.. just kidding ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: for ur project?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: some how something is keeping me energetic !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;illapa..ennoda girlfriend ooda date-ku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: dae unnaku gal frnd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;atha enkita vera sollura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: pinna enna...nakkal (jsut remembering Super start saying.."nakkal illa nikkal" am sure this must be from Sujatha. What is Sujatha wants to write a story of my boring and dry life a novel..konjam over than illa...ok lets get back to the thread.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: enna kodumai sir ithu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;illa italy sonnaiya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;athan ketan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: same project..so customer..new country..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;yaya..official&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: yep good country to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: ya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;3 wks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: get me nice things for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;chumma varathae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: sure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sure..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;same time no work alcholic ("i dontknow where this is comming from, you shoudl talk to my manager Stuart in Canada. Am finding all the way to evade things. ")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;have some outing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;don't be buthu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: my friend was telling ..these are the places not to be visited "alone" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ya..hey..im never workaholic..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: correct da loose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;this is honeymoon spot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: yes...i'll try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: i thought of telling first itself, seri already pain romba feelinga irukan, namma vera no oil poring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;vitutan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: hahaha...all my friends are telling the same....good part is all friends knew me fully...good to know ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: within 3 week have to correct ponnu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: u know something...my passport pages are over.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: parra!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;seri seri ulagam sutrum valiban&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: i couldn't do it properly in 4 yrs...3 wks la enna !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya..just have 2 more pages...just filling it with italy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: nee kalaku mamu nee kalaku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: hey...im thinking of asking for a transfer or a long-term travel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to Eurpoe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: thatz good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;have somee change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: well not a planned thought...just my instinctive thought..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: u'll feel better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sure get man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: not sure....what and how other things would fall in places...family, marriage, work.. girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;am thinking about that on and off...but not craze about it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i'll talk to my mngmt ..lets c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: um...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pesama neeya ore ponnu paru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: ya....wat and how i dont know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: being gal i cannot talk to my parents unnaku enna da,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;convey ur parentz not see much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: no no ...my parents are verymuch ok for that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;its not they are against it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: ohh k&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: problem is...im not serious about that - to put it bluntly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;some mind blockage is to be cleared.. (see here..right here this is my problem. I really dont know what Iam talking. I dont know if this is true.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: um...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;wat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;enna block&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: little nervous...the thought of settling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: yyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: y na...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;its feeling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dont know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: ohhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dont argue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: just thinkging if am matured for that :( ... i know thats silly (again am blabbering...there is some hesitance in me subconsisiously.My consious knows it is because of something - but it is confused too. But this matured part is total crap i think..again loosing my consience.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: letz find opt gal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dae vennam enna kollakaraiya aakatahe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;akathae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: y y ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: pinna enna if i'm matured&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kovam varuma varathae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: also...am thinking....after seeing all these world...probably...i should..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;have some good time as bachelor...but before commited...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with soulmate :)   (now I think am talking some sense.. I never thought I would put my thought so clearly like this...but honestly I think this was there subconsously in my mind somewhere... but never accepted this yet.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: ok pop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: dont tell me too later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: no probs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;carry on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;definetely u'll get THE BEST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;u r such kind of nice person (mm..I think even she was sort of surprise by my statement..may be i never conveyed my peelings so clearly. I think she was kinda surprise-shock to see me talking like this. And to encourage me she is not pulling my legs..otherwise you know her right!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: nono...u didn't get wat i said...i didn't say ...i want to enjoy bachelor-hood alone...but with a girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is that too much to ask for a bachelor...I dont think so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;enna solrae.?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: thappu illa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;love pannu (Yes, she is honest now and very frank. keeping the pull-my-leg apart she is geniunely advicing me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: naan vera romba yookiyana irunthutena....so..should see that part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: thatz only sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: good :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: adaddaddad dae adangu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pesame 2 yrs love pannu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;apparam kalyanam pannino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;un asai ok aaghum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: :-p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: bachelor life with gal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;apparam kalyanam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;good &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: yup (I know this sounds like some story in Sujatha (I think I read him too much nowadays - blame my brother) but dont know how practical it is. Sujatha is good in portraying complicated characters in  girls for e.g., pirivom-santhippom. But I dont know is my thing is complicated or just that i think so. Mmm..may god should help me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: start hunting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: hey...iam talking crazy...i think....my mood would swing completely tommorow.. (Yes honestly this is crazy. but I didn't think too much about this when I type. I just tpyped this..instinctively..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;did u had ur dinner? ...am hungry...asked my friend to get some parcel...will have that and be back in 15 mts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: hahhahahhahha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: its been a while i spoke to u..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: po po&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: we will do onething...i will have that and be back...in 20 mts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: 20 mts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;feeling sleepy 2day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: though its crazy...its hiding somewhere in my heart...its not something i just cooked now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;no..wait..i'll come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;next 5 days would be a roller-coster ride for work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;only time is today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: thoda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: 20 mts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hold on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: 10 mts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;poi thola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;28 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[After one hour am still not back...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[priya]: pop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;almost 30 mints gome lusu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;feeling too sleepy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i'll get u tommorow sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;seriya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bye bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[after 10 more mts]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[me]: hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; -- no reposne she is gone to sleep. Will catch her up morrow...i hope by then my mind would have swing back to normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-1073187022793892715?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/1073187022793892715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=1073187022793892715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/1073187022793892715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/1073187022793892715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2010/10/mind-swing.html' title='mood swing..'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-1627593948907198610</id><published>2010-06-12T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T04:59:20.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dosa with cofee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Are you crazy is what people would tell, if I say am going to consult how to taste Dosa.  I remember one of a  customer side replied my email mentioning "dont preach the choir" I wasn't aware what that means and my colegue here had understood the situation and  handled it very nicely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad always like to have a cup of cofee after a tiffen. Tow conditions, it should be a tiffin - not if it a full meals - and most likely if it is in a restaurant. I have seen this all the time. After finish of the food (which is usally any south indian tiffin like some dosa, or parota and items like that) he would ask if somebody is willing to share a cofee with him. 90% of the time it would be yes from my side. I havent seen anytime when my sis or bro had opted for a cofee or sahring it. Best part is my mum, who would say she needs a tea (and my dad at times silently ignores that comment :) . I dont know where she started having the habit of tea - its just not our type. For sometime me and my sister used to pull her leg saying - she is trying to be over-modest and to save some money for my dad - which my mum alway reject saynig T is relatively good. Even am not a great fan of T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More frequently than not I have my memory of this incident happening in coimbatore. Every time we were about to catch a bus to tirupur in Gandhipuram, we usually have some light tiffin in Gowri-Krishna. This is one of the nice place to have a quick food when you are in a hurry. I do like to have cofee after tiffin. But I usually stick to a traditional south-indian. May be a dosa-item or a pongal or vada, while my dad is the one always tries somethig "new". Well, what new can it be other than either paniyaram of a idiyappam and then with a chappati. I hate eating chappati outside and especially in a south indian rest. You ask for tandoo-roti,rumali-roti, naan, pulca, kulcha all of them means Chappati in a usual southinidan rest. This is not always true, but in some small places in our area this is the case. I like my dad's taste of sipping a sweet and light cofee when the spice of the tiffin in still present in your tounge. As a matter of fact the taste of  spice will be nicely elated by the sweet cofee. I love that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I latter improvised this and have a better version of sipping cofee. Againg this is suggested only with the plain Dosa.I like doing this usally with a crispy and thick dosa. ohh..wait a minute ..are we sensing any oxymoron here..how can you get a dosa which is crispy and thick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the part where I have to say Shanti-sagar  wins over the sharavana-bhavan's in plain dosa. And this is applicable only for this context and in all others SB is no far higher for Sagar's reach. (Afterall I dont want to restart cauvery issue again here.) I personally don't like dosas which are very fragile for the sake of being crisp.If you get a chance try simple-plain-dosa in Shanti-sagar, koramangala - next to the koramagnala club. The first bite of it you feel the crispness and then the thickness part.I usally get a plain dosa and a light coffee (this is my taste).Dip a piece of Dosa in spicy cocobut-chutney and then the watery-sambar and start chewing it slowy really slowly. And while you are halfway thru sip the light-and-hot coffee a bit. Now at this instant you will have the dosa, probably on the side of your inner chin and a bit-cofee - sweet that is acutally soothiing the slightest-fire-casused-by-the-chutney. And I like this combination when it is drizzling out in Bangalore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my personnel experience I always finish a full cup of cofee just for 75% of dosa, while I could jsut have only 40% of the cup if I were having just-coffee or coffee after dosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: As an attempt of improvising this furhter dont try this with anything other than plain dosa , say idli , roti.I have already tried !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-1627593948907198610?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/1627593948907198610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=1627593948907198610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/1627593948907198610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/1627593948907198610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2010/06/dosa-with-cofee.html' title='Dosa with cofee'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-3992883843365505475</id><published>2010-02-18T22:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T23:05:26.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guns marriage..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ganes.A , scored 452 out of 500 in SSLC.He stood school 3rd by missing first rank just by 6. Not just the HM, even most of the students from other class were not sure about this name. Who is this Ganesh? WHich class was he from. Back then there were A1 and A2 sections for English and then C to G sections for Tamil. First 5 ranks would usally be swept by students from A1 &amp;amp; A2. Is he a studious / from creamy layer. No !!. But Ganesh in 3rd rank noone would have guessed. It was like how Srilanka came to limelight from nowhere to world champions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From there onwarsds the records and achievements reached by our Guns is just amazing.He just sweeped most of the first marks / ranks in +1. It was 1997, golden jubilee of our school (Bishop's Tirupur) and Guns stood 1st in +2 . He scored 1115 out of 1200, the highest total ever scored in the school's history back then. His name is written first in the record-holders name list engraved on the shool's stupi (which apparently started the same year and is still there).He is one of the rare student who finished +2 in the school from his LKG .14 year in same school and stood first in the end. Nobody else deserves this more than Mr. Ganes - this is how he wants his name to be spelled - a strong believer in numeroloy. I blv he still follows this. Scarry pace bowler..and a nice off spinner too..I remember now how he is specialist in picking couple of opposite team's top order.An excellent artist - infact I remember  he is famous in class (during 8th I guess) for his arts - hopefully he draws nowadays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feb-18th, thursday is his marriage reception in Tirpur. I applied for twodays vacation and reached Tirpur.Its long time I met Ganesh and this will usaually be a very good get-togehere where you would meet most of your old time school friends - and if you are (un)lucky - your school time crushes too :). Well as expected it tunred out to be lucky a good number of old friends turned up. It was a good amount of crowd, afterall the bride and the groom are from the same place - plus - both are now working in USA. Yes Ganes had come from US for his marriage and so do Mrs.Ganesh. Both bride and groom from US !! Is this a love marriage ? Well atleast 10 people asked around. I said No - well atleast this is what I was told by Ganes :) !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have already been to the same Mandapam - for Ganes's Sister's marriage. All of his 3 sisters marriage happend here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myself and moulee were waiting in the queue to wish the couple. (ofcourse with empty hand. Unfortunately I haven't learnd the bad habit of buying a gift) thats when this gentlemen, just behind me asked "&lt;i&gt;how r u doing&lt;/i&gt;"?I turned back, there were this three people and I couldn't recollect, meanwhile the he asked '&lt;i&gt;U couldn't recollect ??&lt;/i&gt;'. Oh my - I almost bite my foot - Its KV's Mum, Dad and his Sister. They were standing just behind me. How can we forget them. I really felt bad about my poor grasping power.I said I'm really sorry I couldn't see you ..how r u doing. And I was really suprised to see them too. .."&lt;i&gt;It was surprise to see you and I didn't expect you here&lt;/i&gt;." While this discussions were going on we missed our 'order' in the queue but we didn't bother. KV's dad mentioned they came to Tirupur from Udumalai just now and were planning to go to Bangalore. Infact this is about one of the matching bride for KV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;All these years he was saying no for marriage. Atleast now - after moving to UK it is changed to do-what-ever-you-want. So we dont want him to change his mind.&lt;/i&gt;" We were all laughing..and he continued &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Just before he could take a 'U' with I-never-said-that. You never know what guys of these generation are thiking&lt;/i&gt;." We all blushed again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was mildly pulling our leg - our generation - but I liked the mild sarcasm in it. KV's dad, as I have seen, usually is not very out-spoken. But I think he changed a lot, even in my last visit to KV's house in chennai(2 yrs ago) , I was really surprise when he immediately recoganized me and called by  my name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;When are you ...you married??&lt;/i&gt; " this is his Mum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said "&lt;i&gt;no ma search is going in my house and still&lt;/i&gt;" After the recent happenings, may be I should be little more confident and do 'something' instead of just staring at things and expecting others to read me. Its just that am not ready to take any risk.Well in Abhishek comment - I should have more balls. If I don't do something, &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt; will do me !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;...same status as KV ma.&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Oh I thought may be Ganesh's is the last in the Queue&lt;/i&gt;", KV's dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Haha...No, there are still some more !!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;What happened to PV..Is he back?&lt;/i&gt;" PV is the, lets just say, 'interesting' character in our gang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;No ma..he is still is US. He too in the same queue...&lt;/i&gt;". I wanted to add " but not sure if this over-american really wants to marry any girl. Not sure if he continued to be straight !! Who knows he might have changed his sexual orientation." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, "&lt;i&gt;When are you visiting UK? KV was saying he is planning to take you.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Yes he is saying that too. May be in march..we will plan some time." "Are your parents with you in Bangalore&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No..They are here. they come once in 2 months for a week or so. Otherwis am alone."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh Why dont you ask them to stay with you. Shouldn't they be with you now?. Why are they in Tirupur?", &lt;/i&gt;KV's dad really concerned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Ya they shuold be. But my brother is here..so..and someone has to look after the house here. But yes am insiting them they should be with me now...&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't agree more.By now I should be their (my parents) only concern, if only '&lt;i&gt;things&lt;/i&gt;' at my family were simple. There are some simple &amp;amp; smallest things in life which you could only 'wish'. They may be so abundant in any common man you see. But its just not in you. Whilst things that you are not worth of  - just comes on your way with no effort. Strange world huh !! Ahh so philisophical...whath happened to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile the crowd sorrounding the bride &amp;amp; groom slowly moved away and we moved close to wish the couple. Gane is wearing a neat white blazer..iits not fully blazer. I  couldn't descibe it fully. It has a very nice artwork in the place of shirt - which partly resembles a kurtha - a beautiful light blue in color. He is wearing a couple of rings and a bracelet. Not so much of makeup. Girl is in a red - kancheevaram - pattu saree, I suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KV's family &amp;amp; us wished the couple - We with the barehands and KV's with a nice gift :) Me &amp;amp; Moulee stood shamelessely, looking at each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ganes '&lt;i&gt;How are you doing ma. Did you find a matching girl for KV&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Yes we are in serious search and infact we are going to blr today for this. He has changed his mind now. Atleast it appears so. We dont want to let this go. When you get a chance tell (convince) KV about this.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Yes sure. Not just me ask Peri also to do so..&lt;/i&gt;" We all laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a nice photo shot we slowly moved to the dinner hall, which was packed.We were trying to find a place for all of us. It was very crowded and we could find limited seats. We convinced KV's to take this place, while we wait for other friends (Jayaram was on the way). I could see KV's felt upset since we couldn't have dinner together. We promised them to meet outsied and not to worry about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;July 2001: &lt;/b&gt;Ganes &amp;amp; PV, KV, and me graduated from GCT, IRTT and CIT resply.Only point worth mentioning is PV was a gold medalist in his dept. We all got placed thru campus and then soon it became an old story because of the .com buble-burst !! None of us had either plans for higher studies or girl friends.(Well am sure about the first part, while second part am presuming ;)  for others). Since all our joining dates were delayed KV, Ganes &amp;amp; me attend interview with TVS Lucas in Chennia - this came thru one of our college placement-room. We all were interviewed in the same time and were all offered a job in chennai a week latter. Ganesh took the offer and joined TVS - Hosur, while KV joined Chennai, TVS. PV meanwhile got in to a construction company and started his career in chennai.My campus offer finally got confirmed and I decided to take that and said No to TVS.I have already told about my stand-by-status of my old offer during my Lucas interview.Knowing TVS being very conservative and the interview was conducted specifically for we people, I liked the way Lucas HR acknowledged when I finally returned the offer letter saying am going to take accept my old offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-3992883843365505475?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/3992883843365505475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=3992883843365505475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/3992883843365505475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/3992883843365505475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2010/02/guns-marriage.html' title='Guns marriage..'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-2399022199991198287</id><published>2010-02-13T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:10:54.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vendors meet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This customer being a golden customer (i selectively avoided 'one of the'&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;color:#FF9966"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;here ), and biggest ever license deal for us, this meeting is really a big deal. Yes, the customer is conductin a metting in CTS office for all the (Indian)&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;vendors&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.. (yes that what we are called as..I was fuminng for the first time in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for DHL..but I got used to this). Being a big company and knowing the size of the implementaion, the project has been given to lot of Vendors. We were one among them. Other are CTS - doing the bigger pie (legacy systems integrations), HCL - handling the testing part of the implementation (well the final go-ahead has to come from them), Infy - handling the ESB integration (they were not present in the meeting for some reason) and then the Cap Gemini - implementing Siebel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;Since CTS is handling most of the IT part the meeting was completely hosted by CTS in their office - Manuyatha park. 30 Kms far from my office. Meeting was planned at 9:00 AM - a video con and hence I have to sacrifise my breakfast and morning aerobics (not necessarily in same order !!). It felt like a trip going to the other end of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;bangalore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.. When we crossed the old madras road, technically, we are 'entering' the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;bangalore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; city again - atleast that is what sign boards smiling at as.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;Well there were not many signing or checking process in CTS thank god and the tech park was quite good. Just that I was keeping an eye on the people's language, since I was expecting if people is speaking a different language as I have travelled so much.As instructed we are in formal attire. I was in a light blue striped shirt and a kaki pant, brown shoe and Ramkumar (my manager) was with a blazer (I didn't realise he was having this untill I get in to this room). The facility was classy look and as if it is used only for such high profile meeting (cheap thinking..!! can't help..). It was well planned to the extent that even the seating locations for induvidual were pre-allocated. I was seated next to the this chap - Anand a guy with a thick mush from CTS chennai - should be a Lead or a buddign manager (I like his answer that "Well my team members discuss with him regularly for mapping..I discusses about plans.." OK buddy, you are a manager - not developer, my mistake). My a/c manager Avijit too was there in a blazer..well all-most all of them were in a formal balzer. Am I the odd one without the blazer. I looked around..but no some one interesting is there for my company too. WIll come to her soon.I was just carrying my jacket which looked almost like a formal blazer (thanks western stores - commercial street !!) from distance. I could have used it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;Within 15 mts most of the seats were full and soon the meeting started. I like the intro part of the meeting. There first slide has the following questions..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:      Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Your Name.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:      Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Your company and the group      of this project.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:      Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Your home town.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:      Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Where you studied your      high school. (&lt;i&gt;Not your graduation, your high school. Interesting&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:      Georgia"&gt;Your association withe them [customer].&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:      Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And one personnel note      that you like to share..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;The organizer also explained why this little unorthodox way of introduction....it small world and you can find some connections with some one in the room. And surprisingly yes, it was correct. [Actually a week latter there was a sweet 'small world' incidence happened again..]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;There were 4 people in the room from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;coimbatore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; - city my town was part of and place where I did my college.Majority of them from chennai (considering CTS hosting this meeting). Surprisingly only a limited people are from nort &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;india&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and all are from Hcl Noida - that explains. Majority of the people know and speak Tamil. Some people really did share their personal note..were interesting..some choosed not to..but nobody forced. Amit from Hcl sitting next to me has recently got promoted - to Dad position.There was this nice gentle man Mr.Srikumar, from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Madurai&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and now settled in Chennai. He mentioned his hometown as "the city of temples" &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Madurai&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. I dont know how many people noted this but I liked !!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;Aastha - the only oasis for me (since I blv all the others are 'Knot to be disturbed'.)- is from Delhi.She learns / practises dancing and feels that is one of her best stress-busters. I seriously repent about my discontinuing of free-style dancing 6 months ago (in my second class though !!) She is the only &amp;amp; nice looking girl in the room and she is giving company for my not-wearing-blazer-team.But her costume - a sleelve less black shirt - is not revealing but good looking. There was an other lady - Smitha - the Testing team's manger (Astha's manager too), but probably a second place only after Miss. Sleeveless - hopefully Ms&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;Most of the Names of the CTS folks are derived either from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Haran&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; or Hari..Harikumar,Anandha Krishnan (Hari again), Ramkumar (totally 3 in number), Rangarajan..and so on.My god the whole "belt gang" is sitting here. Some of the take aways of the meetings..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:      Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As expected the meeting      ran out of time - so all the (useless) brain stromming session were      stopped abruplty ,but for a better reason - lunch.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:      Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No solid plans were      attained - which is good - else some one has to note it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:      Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Always have a jacket in      meeting room - you never know the AC's condition.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:      Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Never sit infront a      Aastha. Well I mean any Ms.sleeveless. [But here, I didn't choose it]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:      Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We (product company)are      always ahead of the other players and Services company has no clue what is      going to happen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:      Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Never take a seat - or      sandwiched - between two bigs during lunch. You will be never be able to      have nice food (Courtesy : My manager Ram. I never make this mistake :-)      He mentioned 'he didn't even have proper lunch').&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:      Georgia"&gt;Videocon sometime doesn't mean real video conferencing..Here we      were not seeing the other party..only the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; folks were seeing us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color:black;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:      auto;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:      Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wait for a while before      asking for a project change, you may work with some Ms.Slvls..but its too      late for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-2399022199991198287?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/2399022199991198287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=2399022199991198287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/2399022199991198287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/2399022199991198287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2010/02/vendors-meet.html' title='Vendors meet...'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-3972998216075365108</id><published>2010-02-13T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:17:20.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naah...it just a suggestion..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had a rare opportunity to talk to one of our customer's big head, the VP of outsourcing (why do I call this a rare opportunty is debatable but for the higher management of my employer , I was 'offered' this opportunity :-), well lets talk this someother time. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joe, he is a 55 year old, heavily built, bald, and a hard republican. While the meeting with him started very formally, but soon we realised Joe is a very casual and not so formal. In  dinner he suggested to order varieties of dishes and share among them. But anyway it was a buffet dinner in "SSS" so..but very casusal experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irony is he has been to India a dozen of times before and he actually has seen lot of places than any of us..kudoos..!! (Infact he had plans to visit Goa this weekend..My god, I have never been there yet..)He was telling during his first vist - it was 4 years ago when the blr was using the old-airport...It was around 4:30AM in the morningn and he just get in to the cab send to pick him from aiport, heading to Leela palace.It was somewhere after the shiva temple where the driver jumped the red signal..Joe was really panicked. For the moment he thought the driver is either drunk or sleepy. Incidentally driver is an english-speaking. Before he get out of this shock, there was an other incident. Driver just jumped an other red signal and was about to hit a Sumo ..and a narrow miss. Now Joe is really afraid. Within next 2 mts he jumped a 3rd red signal and take a U turn to reach to the hotel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relieved that the adventorous drive from the airport is just over, he asked the driver, "do you realised what you just did". Driver, "what do mean sir". You would have killed somebody, you have just jumped 3 signals in a row". Driver, with a careless smile, "ohh no no..they (signals) are just suggestions".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-3972998216075365108?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/3972998216075365108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=3972998216075365108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/3972998216075365108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/3972998216075365108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2010/02/naahit-just-suggestion.html' title='Naah...it just a suggestion..'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-3056718595291170781</id><published>2010-01-23T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:46:33.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avial reciepe</title><content type='html'>Suddenly I saw a lot of fighter jets moving zig-jag on the sky and taking sharp cuts. It was around evening time and the beach area had a very scenic look. I was with some of my friends &amp;amp; colegues. Just 50 feets from where I'm standing there was a open restaurant and a good amound of crowd, both indian and foreigners. From the right side of the restaurnat I could hear the lectures on chemistry, not sure why now and why mr.Nataraj is doing that. He was my school time chemistry teacher.Ok lets come to that chemistry latter, mean while things that scared me is its only me who was noticing the events.Now number of fighter jets in the sky has gone up. Yes now I could see jets in black from all the directions. I could see two varieties of flights, part of them in light blue (or white?) color and the rest in black. The population of the black is growing signifiganly. The black jets are trying sorround to the white and start firing. It is by the emission of sharp white light that convinced me that they were fighters. To some extent I could guess that the black ones seems to be indian and trying to pin-down the aliens - probably US / Pak. Still people around me didn't notice a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was yesterday when all the airports in India, well all south Asian, contries were put on red-alert, Based of some intelligence info that a major flight hijack has been planned. Should I connect that to what  I see now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why people around me are adamantly not willing to see this?. A small gathering near to me were happyly enjoying their evening wine. I have too many things runnign in my brainat the same time. I never been in such mixed feelings before. I couldn't continue enjoying the evening sun-set and the nice  beach around me. What should I do now ?? Tell..Yes tell this to some one, my mind is racing. Make people aware of what is happening. But nobody were in a mood to listen , yes I tried to point this to people around but strangley I fail. Nobody even bothering to listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile intensity of the fight is growing. At one instant when a bunch of black fighters approached an other bunch of white ones - an amazing thing happened, within a fraction of seconds a majority of the whit-one clung together to form a bigger "thing" - similar to a fighter but bigger in size. It looked like a huge mechanical - bird in the sky - 50 time bigger than the other black ones in front. Its like watching the star-wars in real. I have to tell this to someone. Some of the flights are falling down - probably the damaged ones,in the sea. I could see a number of navy boats reachin the spot. Yes, Navy boats in the beach. Is the Navy always here, and just that  I never noticed ? or., were they here for some 'special' occasion ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the air force  the Navy and some fighters am almost convinced that some major thing is happening. I wanted to see what is happening on the boats that rushed, I slowly moved towards the the beach, where I could see some navy - officers. To my surprise, I noticed one of the officers in that was Mridul...Yes he was my ex-PM in my previous employer. I never knew he joined Navy. For some unknow reason, I remember Arvind, who has just gone in to the restroom where I was initially wathcing all these incidents. Yes, he is the person who I should tell, probably he will listen to my and could get his help. I rused towards the rest room. I noticed that the restroom, though kept at the posh-beach, it almost resemebled the one in my old house. The door, the steps, the knob and the opening at the top of the door..everything. Before I could knock the door, Arvind came out of the door. He was sick, he mentioned this sometime back. Some trouble in breeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurried in telling him what I'm seeing. Strangely I could see the things behind me even though am facing Arvind. Yes some more machine-birds are forming against the black fighters. It was Mr. Nataraj, my school time chemistry-teacher behind me, who made me stopp abruptly and turn back.He is asking  " perinagam..(Yes that bugger never called my name right..Grrrr. Well this is not the time to dispute about this). Can you explain me the application of Markowinkoff rule in halagon compounds ". I was baffled, going mad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is happening.when there is a such a war goign on .. you guys cant see that..I felt like tearing my hair..and I was about to do so..oops a severe ache on my palm ..My God wat is this pain. what happened to my hand.. Oh yes this is the injury due to the minor accident two days ago on Taverikari road Bangalore. Now I could feel a thick bandage on my left palm and a bright saturday 10:30 morning sunlight on my face..and I was pressing on my wound in my palm..!!! I was in my bangalore house and on my cot with a severe pain on my palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind, it has made an amazing receipe for avial (avial is a tasty curry made out of all the vegetables and curd, usally made on some special occasions) from my previous (or should I say precious) thoughts and presented me on that morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me attempt to put pieces in place. Or let me recreate, consciously, what mind had done when I was in my sub-conscious sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching "the beach show" in traveling &amp;amp; living last night featuring Australia. Was talking to Aravind who was sick and having some breathing trouble - hence Aravind on this receipe.Remember the news that all airports are kept on red-alert - this explains why all flights.Dont know where my chemistry-teacher and old house came from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May be I should validate with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vilayanur_S._Ramachandran"&gt;V.Ramachandran&lt;/a&gt; for the connections I made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-3056718595291170781?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/3056718595291170781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=3056718595291170781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/3056718595291170781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/3056718595291170781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2010/01/avial-reciepe.html' title='Avial reciepe'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-2792793802648564419</id><published>2010-01-02T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T06:59:16.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away we go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love to travel. I like being in the move most of the time. And to my luck, my job &amp;amp;  recent projects are such that I was having a pretty good time in seeing places. Been to US, East, west, and south parts. Singapore &amp;amp; Malaysia and a short stint to Europe too. Recently am wondering of living in Europe, specifically London. Though interested in travelling, am little hesitant in settling in some place, say US, for a while..for various reasons. But when someone who I know settles abroad - well not settling, I should say  a 'long-term' - part of me feels jealous (a common man huh!!). I want the obvious wow-factor of foreign - the money, the car, the infastructre, the weekends and life. But without too much of alienation. Yes, I know its, too much to ask!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this kind of fight should be in for everyone, I suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is the best place to live and raise ur family !! THis is exactly the quesion and confusion of Brut &amp;amp; veronica too.They decided to shortlist their options and check one by one. Their cousins, friends and relatives places are some of them. Travelling to each such places, they realised that each one of them is having a peculiar problem or issue which makes our couple  indecisive - to move-on for the next in the list. Guess what they finally liked !! Watch it, its a fun movie, with a simple touching climax and a message in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized "Sam Mendes" directed this movie. Talking about this guy, one should watch "Revolutionary Road" - A fantastically made Drama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piece of adivce, have a comedy movie along with this :)   I dont want to be cursed of not getting sleep !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-2792793802648564419?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/2792793802648564419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=2792793802648564419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/2792793802648564419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/2792793802648564419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2010/01/away-we-go.html' title='Away we go'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-6190222144347486548</id><published>2009-12-03T09:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T07:09:30.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is 2 + 2</title><content type='html'>Thought started when I was reading an article by late &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sujatha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He is one of the design member of the EVM(Electronic voting machine) and he was giving a  '&lt;i&gt;fitting&lt;/i&gt;' reply for Jayalalitha's claim(after she lost in the recent elections) that these machines are flawned and always &lt;i&gt;voted in favor of&lt;/i&gt;  opposite party even the voter chose otherwise. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His arguments...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Same machines were used in the previous election, when the Jaya's party won - why was she silent then?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a little more technical explanation is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Lets say you key in 2+2 =  in a calculator. Can the result be vary in different places? i.e.,  5 in chennai, 6 in bangalaore and 12 in Delhi ?? Jaya's claim is as good as saying "yes" to the above scenario&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVM is not a "&lt;i&gt;programmable&lt;/i&gt;" device like a computer instead it is a &lt;i&gt;pre-programmed&lt;/i&gt; device  - like a calculator...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering what  if we really make the calculators processing &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"subjective".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Put various personalities &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;'inside'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; the calculator and ask the same question...!!! obvious reasons names are mnemonic 'ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked what is 2+2 to our folks of course across heirarchy this is what the answer is.. (Yes this is fictional..actual would be more dangerous &amp;amp; creative !!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP: 2 + 2. Check with Nn about this. We have to make sure we are meeting the customer deadlines. He had a similar requirement.(similar what !!!)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks SP we will do that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KM: Based on the last Q1 results and from irwin's (CEO) directions, our current target for this Quater is not focusing on such things. We may revisit this in latter Quater this year..(My god for 2+2, ok sir, we will come next quarter. At least don't give similar answer for the hike this year!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides during the slump of 2001 most of the employees asked the management to have them retained - even if it means a pay-cut. Situation in 2009 may become worse than this. However I have put my word to bb and top management, and made sure, jobs are secured first and ( then We may worry about 2+2 ?? ). As I always say project's interest comes above all personal interests.(Am still searching for the person who suggested KM for this question. Man am feeling like coming out of my appraisal Gyan.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SH:As mentioned in section 2.3.4.5.3 in assumption section of the xyz DD (design doc) we have clearly documented this..&lt;br /&gt;(Documented what ??)&lt;br /&gt;That this functionality will not be changed in the current release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you expect anything else, then it has to be a CR. (CR - Change Request...will do !!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SV: I need to check this with the team, but is this a requirement to be handled post-golive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll send you a rough (answer ?? )estimation for this by today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CK: No no ..we have to do the impacting for this change request and as part of this we may have to institutionalize the process we are going to follow for check-in, followed by commit and roll-back steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But CK..this is about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me out completely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Completely...u have more...ayyoo..me abscond )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BH: mmm...I tend to support Tony's view on this, but still we expect a clear documentation about the process from the vendor(my company - if my niece, doing 4th class, hears this she would assume I'm a mango vendor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MH: Ok Peri, let me test this in test instance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I think we haven't changed this since last release. What is the problem faced now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product-Support: Can you send us the log files and which version of the product are you in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-6190222144347486548?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/6190222144347486548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=6190222144347486548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/6190222144347486548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/6190222144347486548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-2-2.html' title='what is 2 + 2'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-8049250454044210169</id><published>2009-12-03T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:59:40.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Measurement of girl's..</title><content type='html'>"Sangam".. This is Ashu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A single word ?!?! Is that a restaurant? Indian Place? Any food stuff.." This is me and Mithun.&lt;br /&gt;Ashu looked again the card in hand for a couple of more second and,&lt;br /&gt;"We know this place." and we went there yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile the chorus is screaming..."time-up"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Yesterday?...I didn't go out with you yesterday..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it "Copper restaurant", Mithun.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes but only the first part" , Ashu relieved.&lt;br /&gt;Mithun, "Copper ?"&lt;br /&gt;Ashu,"You got it man..it is Copper", Chorus faded away..and Ashu went for the next card !! &lt;br /&gt;Mithun, "Yea, you mentioned this today morning about this place..That helped "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Points added to our score card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. This is what is happening there..We were all playing "Taboo" in Mithun's house, it was Thursday evening 8:30 PM and &lt;br /&gt;it was a sort of send away dinner for Priyanka and then to me too !! Myself, Mithun &amp; Ashu were guys and Pallavi - Mrs.Mithun, Eena - Ashu's Mrs and Priyanka were the other folks.&lt;br /&gt;Team as you could have guesses Guys vs. Girls !! It was Mithun's idea to start some game before starting dinner..and we started reluctantly, to our surprise we all had a great time after a very long time !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game is simple, its similar to pictionary or dump-chaddars.Variation is you will be given a card which will have a word - personality, place, game, instrument, technical term, ,movie,book and what not but generally known words!!!  Besides the words to be identified it also mentions 5 words which you should not use while giving clues.(In the last, Metal, gold were the key words that you should not use.) This makes it very interesting. you should use some other words and let your team identify the word. There will be a member from the opponent watching the card to make sure you are not using the key-words mentioned :) !! And you can finish as many cards you could in a given time, 55 seconds. After drawing a card you can choose to ignore (pass) and draw the next one...only 2 passes allowed .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sangam is an Indian restaurant where we usually go and last night we went to a different place called Copper - little high-end. Hence the clue :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game gets more interesting when you are able to crack words in a different way..and sometimes very funny. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its Pallavi's turn and the word is "Mega Byte". Key words - "Computer, Memory, Harddisk,Storage,file.."  Irony all of us are from IT background except Pallavi. Poor dentist she has very little choice of ideas to convey..&lt;br /&gt;This is how it went...&lt;br /&gt;"How do you Save things.."&lt;br /&gt;Girls,"Save...where? what?"&lt;br /&gt;Pallavi,"When you have important details how do you save..."&lt;br /&gt;By now I started laughing ...&lt;br /&gt;Girls are clueless.."Saving you mean in computer??"&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes ...!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok..Hardisk...&lt;br /&gt;Pallavi, "ahh...no..but close.."&lt;br /&gt;Priyanka &amp; Eena, "USB..DVD..CD...Hard disk ?"&lt;br /&gt;No..not like that...its..Oh god What term you use :)...&lt;br /&gt;By now all others realized it some technology crap and we are happy that it reached the correct hands :).&lt;br /&gt;Floppy disk..&lt;br /&gt;Blue Ray DVD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no ...How do you store...actually..&lt;br /&gt;Girls,"This is how we store .."&lt;br /&gt;No, I mean,its no like DVD, USB and all...&lt;br /&gt;She is trying to find the word, to convey...Size / capacity..but couldn't !!&lt;br /&gt;Finally we make enough noise to make sure no better words strike her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Mithun's turn now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mithun,"Its Action...stuff."&lt;br /&gt;Me, "You mean is this a movie."&lt;br /&gt;Mithun,Yes it is...Its an action Movie..&lt;br /&gt;A huge scream from Pallavi, "No you can't use word movie"&lt;br /&gt;Mithun "No, I didn't but they guessed it..after that I can..."&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this time we won :)...in this fight..but still the word..&lt;br /&gt;Me 'So its an english action movie..?'&lt;br /&gt;Yes...&lt;br /&gt;More clues?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What clues..Its a bus movie..!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bus movie..what is he talking about...action...bus !! didn't strike us.&lt;br /&gt;Its a famous bus movie man..what else can I tell you...&lt;br /&gt;Hero..? any known persons.&lt;br /&gt;No...I can't !!&lt;br /&gt;okk..wait wait...bust movie is that "Speed"&lt;br /&gt;Bingo !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a lot of hilarious moments...&lt;br /&gt;It was my turn..&lt;br /&gt;It's a movie name.."You have got a mail" My heart pounded this is an easy Taboo..and my favorite too. You have to get his...&lt;br /&gt;I started, "this is a movie..."&lt;br /&gt;Before I could finish, Pallavi pulled the card from my hand and throw it down !!!&lt;br /&gt;What, why ...then I realized "Movie" is one of the key word  in the list...In the enthu of the movie name, I forgot to see the list of keywords. !! &lt;br /&gt;Mithun and Ashu went mad on seeing me loosing such an easy choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mithun's Best..&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;The best one is...this &lt;br /&gt;Mithun draw a card...&lt;br /&gt;He stares at the card for a time more that his usal...&lt;br /&gt;We shouted...thorow it away..go for the next !!!&lt;br /&gt;But he didn't...&lt;br /&gt;He started talking...&lt;br /&gt;This is the girl's..&lt;br /&gt;Girls !!! The crowd becomes very-curious and more than myself and Ashu were looking each other..&lt;br /&gt;Girls what ??&lt;br /&gt;After a pause for half a second,,Mithun continued...&lt;br /&gt;It is the measurement...guys use..&lt;br /&gt;We, Measurement !!! &lt;br /&gt;Dude, you said Girl before. Is that still valid ?&lt;br /&gt;Yes..and he continued..&lt;br /&gt;Girls beauty is ...measured by....and he slowed down..&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Are you saying girl's beauty is measured by this..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pallavi started laughing (she is overseeing the card) and started beating Mithun playfully. Others were really puzzled, including us, what the word is...&lt;br /&gt;We were also wondering...what happened to this guy...talking non-sense. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Dude that's not a general scale machi....isn't that vary by place and person...Can that be universal ??" I didn't know any of that sort..Ashu You ???&lt;br /&gt;Ashu, "No idea man..am zero in that...!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now everybody started laughing and started pulling Mithun's leg.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mithun now realized what he meant and tried to correct but it added more spice to it Net result is same..&lt;br /&gt;Still we didn't get any clue.(Want to know the word...hold on for a while !!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;YoKo ono..&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;It was my turn...and The word was "Rail" and I thought of passing it...and choose the next card.&lt;br /&gt;It was "Loaf", It was not very difficult, easier than the previous, for me. So I thought of try the next card...Greedy what else.&lt;br /&gt;Infact Pallavi whoz overseeing my card was surprise when I just ignored such 2 easy cards...!!&lt;br /&gt;Third card..when I draw...before me..She started laughing...and on seeing my reaction the whole crowd went in to blast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue how to convey this word..nor do I know what it means..I asked pallavi...do you know what this means...??&lt;br /&gt;Pallavi...No, But all I know is, this is your last choice..and the crowd laughed again !!!&lt;br /&gt;Me..My god this is unfair...how the hell am I going to do this...&lt;br /&gt;Ashu and Mithun, Try something da...dont give up we have no choice and have some time too...do something..&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what this is...is this a name ? movie? place? &lt;br /&gt;I thouht of desecting the word...but still how...where to start...&lt;br /&gt;I said..guys..let me break the word...It sounds like some chinese word...This name is like Yahoo!! And then I have no clue to tell...&lt;br /&gt;Pallvi..."Yahoo..where the hell yahoo is comming from..".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally gave up with 5 more seconds to spare...the word is "YOKO ONO". My team went mad when they knew I left Rail &amp; Loaf only to find this YOKO ONO.&lt;br /&gt;Mithun, 'Dude you need to be very carefull when you are chosing your bride .. '!! Yes good piece of advice !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other easy finds..&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;I drew a card.. All the words you could think of to explain this was given in the key-word list, Easy word though.&lt;br /&gt;Me, "What are the English months...start saying..Jan, Feb"&lt;br /&gt;Ashu, "January, February, March.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I interrupted and stopped Ashu, "that is the one.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"March" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is a celestial object, in the sky, and it sounds like this month...&lt;br /&gt;Ashu, "Mars?"&lt;br /&gt;You got it. (Word is Mars, and the keywords are like 'planet','sun','earth','sky').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other one..&lt;br /&gt;Word is simple,Priyanka as verifying the card, was wondering how I would convey this..&lt;br /&gt;I took a pause and said, "Start - opposite?"&lt;br /&gt;Ashu "Stop" !! &lt;br /&gt;That was really quick. (key words are like 'signal' and henceforth..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice dinner that day. It was a vegetable pulav, white rice with egg-kurma (so much of egg and thick gravy) so tasty, Pallavi had really made a very nice dinner. How could I forget the starter,it was a very tasty Bhel poorri..I had two rounds of white rice and then Rasam. On seeing me tasting Rasam, they were wondering if I could have Sambar which was made the day before and refrigerated... I said...please,old Gravies are usally tastier..and yes it was really tasty. We finished dinner with a tasty dhal payasam (Paruppu payasam). So many tasty dishes in very short time, Lucky Mithun !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not so lucky that day..for the clue he has given a quite while. That clue became the talk of the day,infact for couple of days. The word for which he thought or clued as the measurement of girls beauty is butt. Even if I would agree with him in some cases, I won't generalize it and more importantly not in public :). Irony is the word in the card was indented to refer not the butt what we were talking, since it has 'cigarette' as one of the key word !! deceased minds all think alike ..God save Mithun !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great fun and thanks for Mithun &amp; Pallavi for inviting us !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-8049250454044210169?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/8049250454044210169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=8049250454044210169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/8049250454044210169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/8049250454044210169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2009/12/measurement-of-girls.html' title='Measurement of girl&apos;s..'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-5504837323078151610</id><published>2009-10-18T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T08:11:16.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invention of..</title><content type='html'>You getup in the morning and all-set to start your week, you go to office, when you hear you would probably be fired. And it’s just a matter of getting the official confirmation from upper-management - which may happen in a day or next. Painfull part is this news is known to everybody in the office - your peer, your secretary, admin and who not. To add a twist to this lets say you too were already fearing it may happen  and was just wanting something miracle to happen that could stop this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad news always happens in a bunch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last night you had a date with your potential-fiancée, who not only thinks you are un-attractive loser but also said that on your face. And while leaving she said this would be the last date with you and she would never - ever date with a person like you.This shame happened when you ask her number for 'future correspondence'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the office - your secretary is saying you don’t have any messages today and  she isn’t going to bother for any, since she, as everybody in the office knew that this would be your last day or the day before that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You say, But 'am still not fired' so can you get message for which &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she says "In any case you will not get message because people who would call you knew that you would be fired and hence cannot hear back from you and hence they wouldn't call you in the first place. so no worry of collecting messages for you" So logical isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to tell how you feel. This is what happens if some genius in the world has not invented the thing called 'lying', yet!!. The whole world is blatantly truth full and honest.This is the plot of the movie 'The invention of Lying..'. I thorougly enjoyed the movie but with some slow and dull and some maturing moments. but overall it’s very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate watching movies alone. But given a choice of sitting idle on a weekend and starring at the window and refreshing the orkut page, its better to watch a movie alone even my friend is not so caring about a movie.I checked with ashu and is not so interested in movie..so I started alone.Its not so difficult to find theatres(Regal cinemas) considering my directional skills I would give a rating E(xceeded expectation) to myself!!...What you have read is the plot of the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the movie is when Ricky cryingly boosts the morale of her dying mother in the her death bed. The doctor had already made every attempt to fear her about the death by telling all and only the truth about her decease  and its final stage. It’s just a simple lie he tells that when you die you go to the wonderful place. No pain,no frustration. After death you will be with the people who you like the most, you go to the place which you wanted to live for ever. and so froth type..you could draw some parallels towards Munnabhai's. Latter aspect of using the same concept to explain about 'the man in the sky' is slightly boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall a feel good movie and you can watch it for "Ricky Gervais". This is the first time am watching him. I saw "ghost town" briefly. This guy seems to be very good..need to watch a more of his..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-5504837323078151610?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/5504837323078151610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=5504837323078151610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/5504837323078151610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/5504837323078151610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2009/10/invention-of.html' title='Invention of..'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-7020114364966920431</id><published>2009-08-09T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T09:04:46.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kids-titbits..</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CTPERIA%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C02%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tidbits - kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Sunday and I was in the middle of my cooking &amp;amp; TV, it was a Tamil music channel where the anchor of the programme was asking simple questions to the caller - not like a GK or something but like asking opinions sort. A kid from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Coimbatore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; called and she claimed doing 4th standard in a local school. And here is the question to the kid&lt;br /&gt;in your class you do fight with your friends and classmates ... do you? Kid, 'yes, sometimes'. In such occasion after some time you will rejoin again - who will initiate this talking again or who will go talk first - will that be you or you will wait for your friends-turned-foe-for-the-time being ?? The kid without any thinking or hesitance said 'I' will go and talk first'. There was a big blush in the anchors face and said 'that was a real cuuuuuuuute answer ' and said 'All the best kid' !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment even I couldn’t control my surprise - Such a realistic and genuine reply !!! Hats off...When we are all kids we don’t have this ego, head-weight, rage and so on..!!! Don’t know when we start getting them ...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bruges&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching a move - "In Burges"..There was a seen in the movie when a local robber who barges in to a church seeking for a confession to the father.&lt;br /&gt;Father asks "what sin you committed my son", 'I murdered a person' is his reply.’ What for did you murder ?' There was a brief silence when the father repeated the question.&lt;br /&gt;"For money father. I murdered for money". Father, 'who did you kill my son?' They guy 'You. I killed you'. "What, whom did you kill ??' The guy 'Are you fukin deaf I murder you..' saying so he shot the father with is gun. 4 rounds. One of the bullets passed ahead of the room . This guy now moves in to the room to see if there’s anybody ..There was a small kid with blood strain on his forehead and a small paper in his hands - kid is waiting for his turn of confession - The paper in his hand reads (1) For being moody (2) For being bad in maths (3) For being sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crickematics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently there was an event conducted in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; by a publisher to unveil a mathematics book for kids. This book is little unorthodox - names crickematics. Theme of the book in simple - a school kid who is very fond of cricket but not interested in studies - So that author takes cricket as a medium and tries to educate that even for cricket mathematics is important...cute !!Something like - if you don’t know how to calculate average how will you know your score average - so it’s trying to teach maths with cricket’s influence. Rahul Dravid was the chief guest of this event and most of the audiences were kids from 8 - 12 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After usual intros the event was open for Q &amp;amp; A for Dravid. Before any questions to Dravid, Organizes asked kids to limit questions only to general topics, schools, studies and mathematics. No questions on cricket to Dravid. Having said that the first question fired to Dravid was (I think some 10 yr old.).."Uncle how did you hit Six in cricket match" After a pause of 2 seconds the whole auditorium burst in to laugh...After saying no questions on cricket...will you classify this as a cricket question ? Or a maths question ?? Kids are genius !!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-7020114364966920431?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/7020114364966920431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=7020114364966920431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/7020114364966920431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/7020114364966920431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2009/08/kids-titbits.html' title='kids-titbits..'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-3297048023500433935</id><published>2009-08-09T08:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T07:57:18.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two characters...</title><content type='html'>Two characters - far apart from their personalities, upbringing, ideologies, and perception on life &amp;amp; society and what not... when they meet and forced to travel together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character One : A typical US-return-type guy - who always carry a 'bisleri' bottle with him- who thinks Credit card is something universal and finds it hard to believe the fact that there are places in India which don't know credit card and for that matter not even ration card - who doesn't like queues, thinks here(India) even after spending extra money he is not getting ahead of the queue  - who doesn't care about the people standing in the queue  but just want to be ahead of all them because he can throw some money - a guy who thinks he is one that India is privileged to get because he is earning money in dollar-converted-rupee - who even changes his name to "Ars" - to make his US employer's life easier when called - where his actual name is Anbarasu a true Tamil name - A man who has never seen the reality part of 'the' common Indian - Having said that this guy is not all bad but just very selfish - but deep down the heart he is a humane - who will cry on seeing people suffering but just that never get a chance to see such things in life yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character Two: This is the guy who our first character has never seen before and could not have dreamt about. A simple blue-collared employee - who strongly believes in communism and is part of a employee union - Fighting or rather protesting even to get a hike of Rs 200 weekly with the employer - Takes life as it comes - who usually travels in unreserved-class train - but always  gets ticket - who is willing to stand in queue for a genuine reason and never want to jump ahead of the queue - who even carries a small meal covered in a news paper while traveling in a low-cost-flight - who has lots of friends across states and has good network still down to earth - who thinks life can be runned with any money in hand - who thinks its possible to even travel from Orison to Chennai with just Rs. 15 in hand. and more interestingly will find a mode of transport for that just Rs.15 - which usually baffles the other character - a guy who met and came alive from a drastic accident some years back and has his face damaged - damaged to the extent that it gives a real, scarry look - with multiple scar in his face - full of yellowish untamed-teeth - wearing a 2 inch-spectacle - and with one of his leg shorter  than the other due to this accident and always lymph while walking - a regular blood donor - who always fight against employer-exploiting-employee - who carefully carries a piece of cucumber and salt-chilly mix along during a flight trip - simply put a Practical Guy in mid 30s - who can never impress anybody at first look instead make people think who the hell this cripple is and what damn thing this guy knew - people didn't even bother to stare or look at him - who believes god is not a 3rd person of some divine entity but the one who empathize on the sufferings of others (which happens to be the theme of this...) - who argues, rationally, for anything and has a reasoning for everything  - who even gets angry in a very cool composed manner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character - 1: Played by Madhavan. Typically playing against Kamalhasan is just impossible - Everyone had failed - be if Arjun, prabhudeva or whoever - you just cant match to this magical name - Kamal. But Madhavan is different - may be the gravity and casting of the character. This guy has really done a great job. At times he might have surprised Kamal too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character - 2: Kamalhaasan. The names says it.Should I specify anything - even after this!!! Such a heavy character Kamal just carries so simply and casually. Am satisfied to see Kamal back again in such a landmark type character. In my view this is "The character" of the decade. With the due-respect to other India actors (note: Not just kollywood) nobody can even dare to take this role and match Kamal. Once you have seen the promo of this movie - &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kxPG6y8Qctk/SvVP8xbR_VI/AAAAAAAAO_k/ra0sI7gxtss/s1600-h/anbe-sivam-kamal-hassan.jpg"&gt;kamal with a scar face and thick glass&lt;/a&gt; - Its too hard for anybody to resist from watching this movie. One request .pls..pls..for heaven sake DONOT remake this move to other language and have some 'stars' playing this role which will only bring shame to that movie industry - a similar nonsense already happened in the name of "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;Dayavan&lt;/span&gt;" already. This is one movie where you can enjoy Kamal to the fullest and will have a complete satisfaction of watching a real-good movie. truly a real good movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact is this movie was declared Flop because of poor reception in box-office...but I have seen this movie may be 10 times now and I own a DVD. The theme of the movie , only the theme is based on the English movie - Planes, trains and automobiles. However the rest is real genuine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-3297048023500433935?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/3297048023500433935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=3297048023500433935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/3297048023500433935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/3297048023500433935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-characters.html' title='Two characters...'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-3675439526472097965</id><published>2009-08-09T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T08:58:37.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moral of the story !!!</title><content type='html'>This is a funny incidence that happened in our project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet: The term usually we use for someone who talks..and only talks, without making any sense and having less understand of the project, technology, customer requirement and what ever you needed to know in a project - in other words a typical damager piece, I mean a manager piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MH: He is one of the very soft spoken members in the team, who will usually be taken a free-ride whenever people feel like. He never says No. Be it a tech-lead, manager, subordinate and even for people from other project. Very calm and always a soft target fro "career-climbers”!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation: MH is recently moved to this "support" group which is primarily doing production support - obviously he didn't like the but in the name of recession this happened.&lt;br /&gt;Poet is the co-lead of this support team and also MH's X lead. May be MH always wanted to give-it-back to Poet. Now the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet: Hi MH. We have an issue reported by the customer on X (lets call the module as X). And we have to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MH: (Annoyed by this attitude). Ok 'll have a look. It will take 5 days to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet: 5 days !! That is too much. It shouldn’t take more that 2 day to solve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This rubbed salt on his injury - since this poet has no clue what it takes to fix it.)&lt;br /&gt;MH: Do you understand the issue customer report on "X" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet: I went thru the issue but No I didn’t understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MH: Do you know how X is designed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Port: mm...No not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MK: And about the customization part done on X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet: No. But see this is important issue report and wee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Abruptly Cut by MH..with the raise in voice .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MK: Do you know how this is expected to work. And are the operations are using the same way it is expected to behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet: you can ask them!! (them being customer !!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MK: So you don’t know. Finally do you know what the problem user is facing while doing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet: (Silently Nodding the head...saying no)  !!! But we committed the ETA as 2 days for this .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MK: (With a volume which nobody had seen MH using till day ) So. You don’t know the A, B, C of this, nor the issue what customer is reported. But you went ahead and committed 2 days without knowing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet: (Caught red-handed and silent now.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MH: Never come to me with an ETA. I'll give the ETA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet: (Still silent. About to return to the desk, after getting butchered by MH so openly..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MH. So what is the Moral of the Story ?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet: With a 'what do you mean' look on her face ..turned to MH again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MH: This issue will take 9 days Now. So inform the customer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-3675439526472097965?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/3675439526472097965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=3675439526472097965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/3675439526472097965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/3675439526472097965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2009/08/moral-of-story.html' title='Moral of the story !!!'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-7502997606179549160</id><published>2009-06-28T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T08:30:21.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Business !!!</title><content type='html'>I hesitantly agreed to go for Kempfort with my mum. Going to this place was a good experience and you will have the sense of satisfaction and silence..But that was years ago. Now this place is made as market or a shopping maal..Of course there is a shipping maal besides..And I hope this shiva statue was build by the same guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the next question was the commute...last time I took my mum in my bike..But this time am not planning to, first of all the roads are not same .. Too many humps and bumps , plus she get tired soon and may feel body ache after sting in bike for so long. Mum insisted to go in bus, which I would prefer if I was alone or with somebody else...But it may neither be a good experience. It's Sunday and I don't know the route#. Still I thought it's good to know. Just in  case. BMTC &amp;amp; Google  combination comes handy..Wasting 20 mts in google, suggested me to take route 441-A and 441-D. "But 441-A thru K is knows for its delay and rare-occurrences.." one of the user's comments warned. Ok point taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll get ready in 10 mts and we are taking an auto.." Mum said Koki....but.."Busses are not frequent .. May be we will see while coming back" I cut her next question. sensed my irritation on her bias to BMTC....she said ok..whatever u say. !! This is the sad part, I always wanted to give her a comfortable experience for the shor dration she would be in bangalore. But she think she would be a burden to myy weekends..though I was litreally have nothing todo on weekends !!! Its too diffucult to explain and  I didn't try either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:45...we took an auto and moved from madiwala. It was Madiwala-st.john's signal and waiting..this..thing ..touched me . I turned and it is this uniche-begger demanding money. I always had a kinda creepy feeling on seeing them and this time she/he is standing next to me...first i said no and this again touched my knee..and this time my mum was about to shout and then I asked if she got some coins...Then send this back with 2 rs. Iam wondering what is wiht this people ? I heared these are more in bombay and seen them in trains and station. But nowadays we started seeing more of them in traffic-signals and distrubing others..can't someone control this..with due respect and compassionate of the problem for them....what they are doing irriatte others and would never make their life better. Atleast when people...say no..they can politely go the next one...but these beggers never leave you and make a seen out of this and humulite you by all possible means..one in train...(TODO:suges story.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached kemp-fort and was entering the temple .. well you will not see any signs of temple..but only series of shops selling idols, phots, books music cds...and what not. Trule you will see only this at first..You will never get a feeling of entering a holy-shrine on temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought this archana-set which costed 25 Rs. I wasn't interested but..didn't say any. Then we were asked to but token for chappan 1 Re per set. hmm...it used to be free..ok. Then we are goign thru  a series of queues &amp;amp; lanes which you have to take in any big temple. All this way they have kept a silver bowl which was having some coins..and this bowl bein tighthend by a bold which was projecting inside..and this is hurting everybody walking in the lane. Who the geniues deicded to have this..idiot you have to be carefull or you wwill bleed in you fore-arm. Then we are entering the queue which leads in to the passage where shiva-lingaams collected from different parts of Indai were kept..or atleast it claims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we were asked to but an archana ticket. "IS this fro everybody? I asked irritantly.." No sir but for doing this archana- you need buy this ticket. hmm..10 more rs "Swaga..". Then we handed this arhcana ticket and the set to the poojari (ticket counter) who is actaully doing this archana. Intresting point is he has kept a minature of shiva-linga and making offerings to it for the people who needs archana. As always mum started saying the name &amp;amp; star of the family members one by one (this is how archana's are done..if the arhcana is for god wouldn't GOD knew this ? or is this nam &amp;amp; start an indexed-field to makes god's query run faster and identify whom is requesting this archana ? - sometimes i do agree with people like E.V.R Periyar.). Back to the poojari, this guys was so arrogant, careless &amp;amp; negligent started saying the mantra even before my mum finsished tellig all the index-input-fields. these bare bodied ticket-collectors.. I mean poojaris are not even bothering what people are thinking and asking ..May be they are rated by their margins and turn-overs whihc depens on the number-of-archana-tickets sold per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now am cursing openly and my mum feels uncomfortable and  Idont want her to ..so kept my critics. Then the next Ticket 10 Rs per head to enter that small path where all the shiv-lingas are kept. This either was free and now it s charged..WIth the due respect the idols and things kept inside are like a kids play...I dont know why people are so mad about this and waste their 10 Rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if those IIM kids who deliberatly stay away from attending campus interviews (claiming they want to pursue their dreams) do have this idea in mind...I mean starting a temple !!! Why not After all this is THE business which has no recession..infact even if the global econmy sinks down...you can make one more archana for the global economy for the lord..lakshmi who is the god of money !! May be this is already there who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-7502997606179549160?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/7502997606179549160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=7502997606179549160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/7502997606179549160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/7502997606179549160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2009/06/nice-business.html' title='Nice Business !!!'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-6966480039379345250</id><published>2008-08-29T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T20:39:54.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2 Left grape vine , 3 4 right V , 5 6 right Mamboo...</title><content type='html'>For those who wonder what the title is ..pls wait for a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Iam not a regular and serious blogger ..whatever I've written were to kill my time and loneliness in my last official visit to napa valley. After my return to Blr, Jun'07 its hard even to glance orkut. IT has deployed all sorts of new policies &amp;amp; technology to block any such social-networking sites...only for our fresher colleague to crack it with a new idea ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I saw Suhas and Amit (colleagues of mine) happily browsing Orkut.Till then I could only see an email intimation about somebody scrapped me and I asking my some other online friends to read the scrap for me.. and at time they made a hell mockery of my Employer !!! and then comes these folks explained me the cache-refresh trick (we called it that way latter). Idea is simply search orkut in google (thats'nt blocked) and on the results click cached-pages ...and u r in...!!! Can you guys believe that...All you need is out of the box thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was busy for almost 10 months ...not much of orkut..no blogging...not in touch with  friends. But in the meanwhile I did something to keep myself away from boring..I started Aerobics...(Yes the same one you see in some TV channels in the early morning) It started as a joke and one Sunday myself and sugesh(my roomy) just went to "look-for" aerobics classes..we found one close by and we inquired in general about the classes.!!! Seeing at our "noviceness" the trainer (Archana !!) suggested us to take a training class for a week, 6:30 AM daily, and then decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all set and planned,  Our aerobics-registration was the talk &amp;amp; joke of the day for our roomies..Reason being, my partner was very much known for his "commitment".&lt;br /&gt;Well we guys managed to be thick skinned ... and sugesh keep assured me "Anna dont worry na..we will make it..World will make fun of us..but one day they will realise..". Well only then I realised about his being-commited !! Anyway I've no choice...Besides adding onemore go-live experience in my CV I've also added 5+ Kgs to myself Am in the verge of joining fulltime 38-incher club. (By then not all my pants were 38)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Balboa was jalking in Pennsylvania streets in the early morning  for his second match with the whole crowd wishing and the kids following him with such a beautiful sound track by.....wait a minute...oops...it my alarm-tone and ..why the hell now..oops its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday 5:30 AM - First Alarm : No response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:39: AM  -Second Alarm..and I snoozed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:48:AM - Next alarm...(Ctrl+Y!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:55: Finally I managed to woke up and awake my friend too (latter that became tradition), and moved in to the bathroom. Digestion-clock not accustomed to this sudden time change...it will catch-up soon no issues :) Only thing I prayed was not to intervene in my class !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:20 Me.Finding my socks... Sugesh: still snoring in the bed..I shook him and reminded about the class (Thank god my other roomies were also in the same state..so no humiliation...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:23: I'm ready..and Suge getting in to bathroom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30...Sugesh out with tooth brush in ...searching for a tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:35..Iam restless now..Sugesh managed to get his brothers track..but now hez hunting for shoes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:37: Found one...but hez little disappointed that its not matching his tracks.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:42 we both ready...and started moving out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:45 We saw a gang of mostly Maamis and couple of chicks in the dance floor...well delayed by 15 mts. The batch has already finished the usuall warm-up (10mts) and started the regular. Trainer welcomed us and suggested to follow the team. It was fun on the first day..to see ourself doing steps...I tried to avoid eye-contact with sugesh..else both of us would have burst into laugh.. (Though aerobics is new to my friend, thats not the case with me..I had been for 2 months just 3 yrs before and discontinued :)..Well I'll share that stoy in a different topic..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:35 AM..&lt;br /&gt;At our level Aerobics is full of steps and sychnrono which will come only from practise. End of the class archana adviced not to be bothered about missing steps...also adviced not to stop in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the josh of first class we didn't realise we climbed 3 floors up with 12+12 narrow steps to each floor...Man now I could see both of ankles &amp;amp; kness rushing down in the steps..with no contorl of brakes :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:58: We defended ourselves that we will be commited for this ...only to our friends mockery !!&lt;br /&gt;Bu the irony is we did continue the class for 3 months and in fact we liked it.  Roomys were waiting for day us bunking class but it never happened :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To their further surprise,we inspired Pradeef, our friend, to join us. Though Sugesh was bunking class once in a while,I was almost regular for 3 months (excluding mondays on the weekend I travel to hometown) untill my travel to Singapore. I did see a weight loss of 4.5 kg and see my tummy melted a bit. More than that I felt a kind of freshness and confidence at work in office. I started buying couple of slim-fit shirts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-6966480039379345250?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/6966480039379345250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=6966480039379345250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/6966480039379345250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/6966480039379345250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2008/08/1-2-left-grape-vine-3-4-right-v.html' title='1, 2 Left grape vine , 3 4 right V , 5 6 right Mamboo...'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-318458952684856651</id><published>2007-02-03T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T13:06:21.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Types of illakannam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.akuru.org/images/full%20tamil%20part1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.akuru.org/images/full%20tamil%20part1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pin-drop silence, in the  whole class, when Geetha entered with the exam papers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is little exaggeration to say the whole class with the strength being 7. Yes 5 boys and 2 girls, in 4th standard A section (:-)) . This is the school where I did my primary.My Roll# is "1", yes iam the first student of the small-convent in my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Geetha (maam's name) is getting ready to distribute the papers. As expected, not much of surprises in the papers. Its always tamil which will be the deciding factor of topper. As Iam always good in spelling mistakes. I remember once I made a blunder for the question "what are the types of Tamil ilakkanam" (Ilakkanam in tamil means grammer...) which made me 'famous' across the staffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Progress-report consistentnly have comments "correct your spelling mistakes".It will cause malways loose 5 marks, in my overall score just for the spelling mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time my Mum broke my hand with enough dictation (from a month before this exam) in tamil to ensure no-spelling-mistake. And even I had spend around 10 mts of my exam time just to make sure spellings are intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Babu .." Maam is calling me, Iam walking confidently, thinking, no minus-5-mark-this time. Maam was suprised,stared at the paper for a second, and handed over to me, with a meaningfull smile. I could understand her good-work-keep-it-up-smile at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a pause she said, "This time your spelling mistae costed 10 marks ...".&lt;br /&gt;Whaaat....10 marks..Noo.. cannot be possible, there must be something wrong ... I wanna to shout !!! By now Iam so tensed and was turning the pages, to check for the red-ink markings in the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surpise I didn't find any.Then why 10 minus.."Is this my paper..??". I rushsed to the paper head , in the first page to check ..Yes Roll# is correct...name too..&lt;br /&gt;But wait a minute..why red marking next to my name...oopss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Half-Yearly-Exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roll No&lt;/span&gt;:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt; Babu.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subject:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tamilee &lt;/span&gt;(red maked...!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a spelling mistake in the subject name - Tamil. I wrote it as Tamilee...(instead of la..I used lee..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She addded "Nobody had ever made a spelling mistake in the subject name...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..a perfect sample of "Operation success, but patient ??? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Epilog :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Without any exaggeartion, this is one of The best school, now, in my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Correct answer for the question "types of ilakanam in Tamil"&lt;br /&gt;eyar tamil, isai thamil, Nadagath Tamil &amp;amp; Pechuth tamil . I made a spelling-mistake in the last one...Yes you got it right..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-318458952684856651?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/318458952684856651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=318458952684856651' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/318458952684856651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/318458952684856651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2007/02/types-of-illakannam.html' title='Types of illakannam...'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-2980346657217355139</id><published>2007-01-06T20:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:19:10.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a Break !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img130.imageshack.us/img130/4574/aub00011888fcl1zk.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img130.imageshack.us/img130/4574/aub00011888fcl1zk.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loud alarm sound hammered in the middle of my sleep. It was 3:30 AM in the mornning and  I was supposed to catch a flight to SFO (Napa), early in the morning. Being not completely out of jet-lag, my eyes look blood in the showcase mirror. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some how manged to get ready and pack things (good that I didn't unwind much of my packages from India). My cab arrived 5:15 , 15 mts before the scheduled time, and now Iam on my way to Logan Intl. Aiport. I hate a calm and silent environment when Iam moody.  I wanted to talk any bloddy thing in that chill mornining. Luckily the driver is a talkative person (thank god) !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking generally, about the weather, not-so-snowy-winter , global warming, various attraction in Napa, SFO..a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Then our discussion slowly turned to business. I asked him (Mark is what his name is)...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Me : Wher do u live and how long are you with the CLI (chlemsfor limo service).&lt;br /&gt; Mark : Iam in New Hampshire (a state close to Boston) and around an year with CLI.&lt;br /&gt; Me: What do u do before this..&lt;br /&gt; Mark: (After a pause.). I was a program manager with a telecom company for 8 years which latter acquired by Ciso. &lt;br /&gt; Me : Excuse me....what did u say..&lt;br /&gt; Mark: As a Program manager in a startup , (by now I am almost speechless )Then I stick with Cisco for 3 years, to get all the benifits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then mark continnued saying "We made telecom product for....^(^*%&amp;^%()(Q&amp;W%EWQ*_)WE (I couldn't any of the technical jargon or the business terms he used.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was totoally puzzled ..Why the hell a Program mnager would quit the job and become a cab-driver !!!I still couldn't digest what he said. !!! Finding it difficult to control my curiosity, I asked him the same question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me : But YYYYY !!!! You were a prog-manager, then for what under the sun, did you quit and join as a driver !!!&lt;br /&gt; Mark: I wanted to take a break !!!! Well I have been manging clients, controlling projects,travelling for 20 years.  I made enough money for me and my family is settled (His eldeest son in a s/w engg and his daughter is a student!!!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I MAY go back to IT an year from now, if I got bored. Life as a cab-driver is cool.  I just have to attend 3 or 4 clients a day, and that even if I wish !! I dont need to travel to any place , I can stay with my family all the time.  I can play golf (!!!)  with my son on weekends and can watch base-ball when ever I wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I almost went UNCONSIOUS on hearing this !!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Mark also said that he is married for last 27 years and his wife is working in a retail company (donno the designation) He also said it  is his wife's work-benifit which allow him to take a break for a while !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I usally tip the cab driver with 3 or 4 $ (though it is not needed since it part of the bill). I decided not for this time !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come across the term CONTENTED many times in books. But this is the first time I'm meeting such a person !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-2980346657217355139?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/2980346657217355139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=2980346657217355139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/2980346657217355139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/2980346657217355139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2007/01/taking-break.html' title='Taking a Break !!!!!'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-3296656511532926131</id><published>2006-12-01T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T20:29:31.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best songs of 2006.</title><content type='html'>Its time to take stock on songs relesed this year. Lets go by the traditional count-down with 10 songs of 2006. This is based on my intrests and my opinion not biased on any movie/music director. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off late iam not in touch with the latest releases,i catchin-up though, so movies released after Mid-Nov, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Start musik...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10. Kanavae kalaikirathe.. ...(ALAGAI IRUKIRAI BAYAMAI IRUKIRADHU - AIBU)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.behindwoods.com/features/Gallery/movies/movies5/alagaiirukirai/Alagai%20Irukirai_47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.behindwoods.com/features/Gallery/movies/movies5/alagaiirukirai/Alagai%20Irukirai_47.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuvan shankar, he is one of the most succesfull Music.director now. If you see the number of albums this year by him its huge.But neither the quality nor the standard is compramised. Esply his BGM in Pudhupettai is excellent and well acclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off late he has become a good singer too. Most of the songs in this movie are sung by him, and esply this song is too good. Simply superb lines from N.Muthukumar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.musicindiaonline.com/p/x/8V7gummCot.As1NMvHdW/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9. Paartha Mudhal Naalae ....(VETAYADU VILAYADU)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://movies.sulekha.com/moviepics/vv_86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://movies.sulekha.com/moviepics/vv_86.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris Jeyaraj + Gautham, a succesfull combination again rocked with VV.&lt;br /&gt;Nice song,I dont know the lyricist. A perfect melody from Bombay Jeyashree again. Cinemotagraphy was simple and good. Personally I dont like kamal running behind girls and romancing...ayoo...Kamal, hez not a artisit to make any such normal hero...which anybody can do,I dont want my-kamal to do these roles. Directors, pls think, are we not wasting Kamal, the same mistake we committed on the legend, Shivaji Ganesan ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCYdSMxmZ4Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. Idam Porul Parthu .. (CHITTIRAM PESUTHADI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.indiaglitz.com/tamil/gallery/Movies/chithirampesuthadi/chitram1102006_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.indiaglitz.com/tamil/gallery/Movies/chithirampesuthadi/chitram1102006_9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is a surprise gift for the tamil cinema.Though the "Vaala Meenu" song rocked all the nuke and corner of TN, this is a beautiful song, with a nice choreogrpahy. Iam not sure about other albums of this music director. His music is fresh, re-recording is ok. A good sign of fresh blood in music. Need to wait and watch his other albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.musicindiaonline.com/p/x/Ar3g1Nepft.As1NMvHdW/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. Kannai vittu kannimaikal, vidai kettal.. (PATTIAL)&lt;br /&gt;6. Pooga pooga vanam therikirathe ... (PATTIAL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.indiaglitz.com/tamil/gallery/Movies/pattiyal/pattiyal040306_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.indiaglitz.com/tamil/gallery/Movies/pattiyal/pattiyal040306_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie, though itis not a super-duber hit, it made a decent box-office. Songs &amp; BGM from Yuvan is one of THE Factor. Well as I already mentioned about Yuvan, this song he personally voiced and , I become a fan of his voice !!! I guess yuvan controls the pulse &amp;amp; taste of tamil-songs-community !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Poga poga ..." song is a nice peppy number and the thme is just simple and good !!&lt;br /&gt;"Namma kaatula.." from Raja's voice is a surprise gift in this movie. Overall its a good musical album !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Newyork nagaram...(JILLENDRU ORU KADHAL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.madurai.co.in/moviesandmusic/megagallery/stills2/uthheavenjillendrustills4th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.madurai.co.in/moviesandmusic/megagallery/stills2/uthheavenjillendrustills4th.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a huge fight in an orkut  community, that this is the best song of the year !! And the reason could be obviously ARR.&lt;br /&gt;In my view, Yes this is a just a good song, as good as any other numbers , but not to the extent of saying it is the best.&lt;br /&gt;But I like Singer-ARR, more than the Music-Director-ARR in this song. Had the same song been presented by any other music director, would that reached this level ?? I dont think so..it is just ARR factor which pullled this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because I'm not a great fan of ARR.If you really want to appraise ARR, then listen to RangDeBasanti !! You will realise who ARR really is, not in Jullendru oru kathal. He just rocked in BGM &amp; Songs !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. Unparrvayil paithiam aanean...(SOMETHING SOMETHING)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://indiascafe.com/g/comingsoon/Something%20Something/stills/Something%20Something11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://indiascafe.com/g/comingsoon/Something%20Something/stills/Something%20Something11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devisri prasad, though not a full time-tamil-music-director, hez my favourite. Be it a kuthu song (Sachien, Vadi Vadi..) be it a melody (Aaru, Sachien) and BGM too (all movies), Hez different and good. Though he hasn't noted well as compared to Yuvan &amp; Harris , these time, iam always looking forward for his albums !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is a nice melody, I like the way the song starts and slowly the way it gains tempo in the middle !! Also the flute interlude inbetween, simply superb !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Manjal veyil malayaile .. (VETAYADU VILAYADU)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nowrunning.com/comingsoon/Vettaiyadu%20Villaiyadu/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.nowrunning.com/comingsoon/Vettaiyadu%20Villaiyadu/poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris Jeyaraj at his best !!!&lt;br /&gt;Vijay+Hari, romantic-lyrics,nice beats, beautiful choroegraphy !! No wonder why this song here.&lt;br /&gt;Iam not sure about the lyricist (N.Muthukumar??). But he needs a special mention here, pure tamil words (tough these days !!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esply Harris beats  @ lines "&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS, Verdana, helvetica, sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;vannangal vannangal attra valiyil valiyil sila ... nadukkiral-- nadukkiral &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;is excellent !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Oodivaa kathalee, siru kaatrai thalai koothavaa..(AIBI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not biased decission. You will understand if you listen to this song from N.MuthuKumar and vocal from Yuvan, along with the picturization - Excellent !! I donno y this song was not part of the main-stream, it will come as a bit-song, may not exactly bit, may be for 3.5 mts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason y I like Yuvan + N.Muthukumar combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Sudum nilavu, sudatha suriyan...(THAMBI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.keetru.com/cinema/dec05/poojaaa_madhava_460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.keetru.com/cinema/dec05/poojaaa_madhava_460.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viaramuthu + Vidyasagar + UnniKrishnan&lt;br /&gt;Needless to mention about Vairamuthu, I donno how old he is now, but see the songs.&lt;br /&gt;"Sudum nilavu, sudatha surian..." even a person who dont know about the cast, will tell, for sure, this Must be from Vairamuthu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trademark-vairamuthu lines !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unnikrishnan, Iam not sure, if hez singing songs these days, but this is to be show-cased !!&lt;br /&gt;Best part of this song is, music, never tries to dominate the lyrics,a much-needed one for Vairamuthu's songs, always (which was alwayst he case of IR's and never happens in ARR's) !! After Chandramuki, Vidyasagar come back strongly with Thambi !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-3296656511532926131?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/3296656511532926131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=3296656511532926131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/3296656511532926131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/3296656511532926131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2006/12/best-songs-of-2006.html' title='Best songs of 2006.'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-1539109329854136734</id><published>2006-11-17T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T07:30:30.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casino Royale...To b a double 0, you have to kill atleast 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.rottentomatoes.com/images/movie/gallery/1159328/photo_14_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.rottentomatoes.com/images/movie/gallery/1159328/photo_14_hires.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time when I saw bond movies, I was wondering, why can't bond be a "normal" human being ASWELL, besides his own style !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casino Royale is the answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Craig's rugged look, adds to it. Hez not so handsome as Borson or Roger Moore or Clive Owen (who turned down the offer of acting as bond) but defenitely, hez more MANlier than any of the previous Bonds. Any critic, about his fitness for the role, disappears in the first seen !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actions - At its best. One of the best chasing sequence, I've seen in the recent times. When the vitim jumps and running acroos in to differnt floors, plan view of the camera was a brilliant work !!! Nerve biting stunts..!!! Two Thumbs-up for the stunt-director !!! Make sure you are not missing this chasing sequence...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bond, by design, is egoistic, arrogant and this is more revealing this movie,since this is based on the first bond novel. May be that is the reason he is not so womanizer in this movie..but not completely zero !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an "intmate" seen (Ivana &amp; Bond),Ivana asks..&lt;br /&gt;Ivana: You always like married woman, don't you..&lt;br /&gt;Bond: I dont want to get into any issues !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an other seen Bond to Green..&lt;br /&gt;Bond: You are not my type...&lt;br /&gt;Green : (because Iam) Smart..??&lt;br /&gt;Bond: Single !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a bond-girl either you will be a bond girl again, or you will showup in Austin-power's.Naah, this is not the case for Eva Green, she is smart, little hot,makes bond chase her, makes him cry. Certainly Not-yet-an-other-bond-girl !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villan has deviced a new Way of toturing Bond in this movie, Nobody might ever have thought about this , EVER...When he take away succh a huge knotted, thing!!, you would have, no clue of wat hez going to do with that..But, Man when he does that...OMG - You feel like you are...oops you better watch it !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bond starts the show saying "To be a 0 0 you have to kill atleast two", displaying his arrogance, cannot-control-me-attitue and egoistic character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant action, rocking stuncts, great music, little emotions, more stylish, simple script, yet-classical,and PG-13 :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHen the villan shouts, "whoz that", &lt;br /&gt;Bond says with a stengun the most iconic line of the cinema Histroy "The Name is Bond, James Bond " and departs !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my view Casino Royale tops any other bond-movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-1539109329854136734?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/1539109329854136734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=1539109329854136734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/1539109329854136734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/1539109329854136734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2006/11/casino-royaleto-b-007-you-have-kill.html' title='Casino Royale...To b a double 0, you have to kill atleast 2'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-4181619713545940604</id><published>2006-11-16T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T17:15:16.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are still a good kisser...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.everybodylovesray.com/assets/popphotos/photo_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.everybodylovesray.com/assets/popphotos/photo_0001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves Raymond :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time : Before marriage of Ray &amp;amp; Debra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray works as service man for a sofa company. Debra (knows Ray some how) complains that he did tighten one of the sofa's leg properly and wants him to fix it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray arrive Debra's house and she was in kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray: Hi, is it the left leg...&lt;br /&gt;D: yeah, it is..&lt;br /&gt;R:Ok, I will get it done....&lt;br /&gt;(Ray tries to tighten it and finds that he can't tight it further)&lt;br /&gt;R:This is not loose. (Looking at Debra) Are you sure this is loose ?&lt;br /&gt;D: Yeah, Iam sure.&lt;br /&gt;R: No it is not, I cant tighten it further.&lt;br /&gt;D:Oh is it, I thought it was loose.&lt;br /&gt;(After a pause..) I've cooked some food and seems it is more, you want to have some ??&lt;br /&gt;R:(With his typical innocent look) Oh yeaH sure sure, (pause) wrap it up , I'll have it in my  truck.&lt;br /&gt;D: (disappointed by this, but tries to hide her disappointment)Well if you want to have it HERE, have it..&lt;br /&gt;R: (again with a typical look)Oh ok..(After a pause) Did you cook this expecting some guests, and they didn't showup ??&lt;br /&gt;D: (Smiles at him &amp; in a low voice)No they are here..&lt;br /&gt;R: (Puzzled by the response, and started eating ...)&lt;br /&gt;R: wat is this ??&lt;br /&gt;D: Oh this is lemon chicken.&lt;br /&gt;R: Oh this is great...I can have this for my whole life...(pause) I have more...&lt;br /&gt;D: Oh really, do u like this. Actually nobody likes my cooking (smiles at him, a little pause,). Ray your family seems to be nice ...&lt;br /&gt;R: Yeah they SEEMS to be nice ...(after a pause) so sofa's left leg is not really loose isn't it !!This is all you made...&lt;br /&gt;D: (Smiles at him )Do you want to drink something...&lt;br /&gt;R: Yeah sure....wait I will get it (saying so he rushes to the fridge..and some comdey of err happens, debra fell down. Ray helps her in gettin up, when Debra pull him down and started kissing him hardly..). &lt;br /&gt;D: Dont think Iam like this always..&lt;br /&gt;R: No noo...naah...&lt;br /&gt;D: You are a good kisser..&lt;br /&gt;R: No no no, I think u r in shock&lt;br /&gt;D: No NO, you are really a good kisser....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scene change...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time : The whole above conv. is in flash back. Ray and Deb, comes back to present (after flash back)&lt;br /&gt;Ray: can I have more lemon chicken...&lt;br /&gt;D: yeah your chicken ..(thorows carelessly chicken in to Ray's plate from distance, ..)Howz it ray ??&lt;br /&gt;R: Yeah it is great..(a small pause) still great....&lt;br /&gt;D: (Kises Ray and says )You are still a good Kisser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera zooms out...in the next table 3 of their kids are having their dinner...&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-4181619713545940604?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/4181619713545940604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=4181619713545940604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/4181619713545940604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/4181619713545940604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-are-still-good-kisser.html' title='You are still a good kisser...'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-912208157275483117</id><published>2006-11-16T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T14:17:17.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrer minded = back stabber !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.taragana.com/wp-content/upload/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://blog.taragana.com/wp-content/upload/image004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-912208157275483117?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/912208157275483117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=912208157275483117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/912208157275483117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/912208157275483117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2006/11/apprasial-jargans-only-for-managers.html' title='Carrer minded = back stabber !!!'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-9038670665391966335</id><published>2006-11-16T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T21:37:26.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>private versus inheritance...</title><content type='html'>Bunch of computer science majors were listening to a lecture about java programming at a university. After the lecture a man leaned over his front to reach for a women's ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Hey! It's private OK!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man hesitated for a second looking confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "But I thought we were in the same class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. OOPS, You must to know this to understand !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-9038670665391966335?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/9038670665391966335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=9038670665391966335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/9038670665391966335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/9038670665391966335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2006/11/private-versus-inheritance.html' title='private versus inheritance...'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-1687633445633728822</id><published>2006-11-16T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T14:39:10.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headless error....</title><content type='html'>Have you ever debugged an issue, which u have no clue atall, in otherwords, an issue which doesn't have any head or tail, when you cant make anything out of the error,when it is noway close to an known error, and more importantly it is occuring on somebody else code(shit !!), which you are debuggin now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.faidutti.com/ludo_files/java.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.faidutti.com/ludo_files/java.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Surprisingly, Sun has named one exception as Headless exception, and it reason for the error is inline with the exception name. May be a developer in sun Might have no idea of the error when he deloped it, and named it like that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most funny part is the Javadoc, given below is the snippet from it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Thrown when code that is dependent on a keyboard, display, or mouse is called in an environment that does not support a keyboard, display, or mouse."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Error trace :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;java.awt.HeadlessException&lt;br /&gt;      at java.awt.GraphicsEnvironment.checkHeadless(GraphicsEnvironment.java:121)&lt;br /&gt;      at java.awt.Window.&lt;init&gt;(Window.java:274)&lt;br /&gt;      at java.awt.Frame.&lt;init&gt;(Frame.java:401)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Calling getCause() gets the cause that caused the throwable to be thrown and when you've got the cause that threw the throwable, you'll know what caused the exception "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;init&gt;&lt;init&gt;&lt;init&gt;&lt;init&gt;&lt;/init&gt;&lt;/init&gt;&lt;/init&gt;&lt;/init&gt;&lt;/init&gt;&lt;/init&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-1687633445633728822?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/1687633445633728822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=1687633445633728822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/1687633445633728822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/1687633445633728822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2006/11/headless-error.html' title='Headless error....'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-116364635201231410</id><published>2006-11-15T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:00:15.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Emotional, It is touching, it makes you cry - Babel - Review coming soon..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ropeofsilicon.com/Images/MoviePics/b/babel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.ropeofsilicon.com/Images/MoviePics/b/babel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/9/I/N/babelpubg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/9/I/N/babelpubg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-116364635201231410?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/116364635201231410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=116364635201231410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/116364635201231410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/116364635201231410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-is-emotional-it-is-touching-it.html' title='It is Emotional, It is touching, it makes you cry - Babel - Review coming soon..'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-116339825331155597</id><published>2006-11-12T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:00:15.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you have to shoot, shoot, don't talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When You have to shoot, shoot, don't talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who says this ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuco - The ugly in the "The Good The bad &amp; The Ugly" says this, after killing his enemy who wanted to kill Tuco &amp;amp; caught him unarmed, in a bath tub(covered by foam !!), but wasting time in giving gyan without shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dvdreview.com/assets/images/Good_Bad_Ugly_DVD.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.dvdreview.com/assets/images/Good_Bad_Ugly_DVD.GIF" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuco shoot him with the gun, which he kept with him, but hidden in the foam...and says shiging at him "Huh..When you have to shoot, shoot, don't talk .."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latter this has been used across to mean "If action is required act, don't sit around debating it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long time, I watched this movie yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-116339825331155597?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/116339825331155597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=116339825331155597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/116339825331155597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/116339825331155597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-you-have-to-shoot-shoot-dont-talk.html' title='When you have to shoot, shoot, don&apos;t talk'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-116338504490392025</id><published>2006-11-12T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:00:15.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is always a limit to howmuch any country to take...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im.rediff.com/news/2004/jun/03brar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://im.rediff.com/news/2004/jun/03brar2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is always a limit to howmuch any country to take...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We friends were just chit-chatting when the arguments turned towards politics and vadi refereed about the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bluestar&lt;/span&gt; opearation. Frankly I've no idea wat he is refering to. Latter I googled and was really ashamed of my ignorance of such a important historic event in India, &lt;br /&gt; - without which we would have lost Punjab, &lt;br /&gt; - which eventually triggered (or major reason) the assasination of Indra Gandhi, &lt;br /&gt;I'm really ashamed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following snippet is taken from rediff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brar [full named Kuldip Singh Brar] is probably the most protected army officer today, in service or retired. And all because one fateful night, 20 years ago, the then major general commanded Indian Army soldiers who entered the Golden Temple.&lt;br /&gt;Operation Bluestar, as the mission was called, to flush out militants (Khalistan movement) from the holiest Sikh shrine remains till date one of the military's most difficult &amp; controversial missions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im.rediff.com/news/2004/jun/03brar4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://im.rediff.com/news/2004/jun/03brar4.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im.rediff.com/news/2004/jun/03blue1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://im.rediff.com/news/2004/jun/03blue1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked about Bhindranwale [a highly decorated army officer who, after being dismissed from service for financial irregularities, became a close accomplice of Jarnail Singh Bhindranwale - the man responsible for the Khalistan movement] who was behind the militants ,Brar says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He was a very seasoned soldier who won the Mahavir Chakra [India's second highest bravery award in war] in 1971, who had to leave the army for whatever reason. He was a highly emotional person and had joined with Bhindranwale. Perhaps he believed that with the pilgrims inside, the Indian Army would not come in but he never realised there is always a limit to how much any country can take...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, This is a DARING decisions (taken by Indira Gandhi), well plannead and executed by Indian Army with minimum damage. It would be too immature for me to comment on this, but it is totally unfair to be and Indian, without knowing this, Thanks Vadi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.rediff.com/news/2004/jun/03spec.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-116338504490392025?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/116338504490392025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=116338504490392025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/116338504490392025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/116338504490392025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2006/11/there-is-always-limit-to-howmuch-any.html' title='There is always a limit to howmuch any country to take...'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-116334674544102211</id><published>2006-11-12T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T21:45:38.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Departed - Finest Gangster movie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1637/4207/1600/dep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1637/4207/320/dep.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first difference you notice in this movie when compared to other Marti's is, this is not a self-narrarative-type. Most of his movies are of narrarative type which I dont appreciate much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story is like a mix of Don (Hindi) and Kuruthupunal (Kamal, Arjun). But the treatment is given for the script in totally different. Though this movie is classified as a gangster movie (or Marti's movie..) this is little different, in the sense not much of blood sheds and violences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First 40% of the movie moves very slowly just with dialogues and facial expressions.&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of the movie is full of twists, turns and surprises !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One brilliant twist is before dying one of the Hench-men will find that Leanardo is the under-cover who Jack is looking for and tells him "How did u come to the corrrect place when I tell you the wrong address !!!!" and after a while you will realise that the hench-men who died is himself an undercover police from FBI like Leanado. And without any much of explnation for the viewers the script slowly moves the next level that there is not just one undercover police in the Jack's gang - but more that one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man you have to follow dialogue very closley else you will miss this :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall - not much of technicalities, no hi-fi grapihics, no violence or blood shed, yet the movie is brilliant , all because of tight script.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder the movie is rated as one of the finest, in recent 200 releases, Good work Marti !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BTW,Had a chance to see DON-II, $10, waste!! I like him in Dil chate hai, admired in Lakshya, but what happened to him ?? )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-116334674544102211?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/116334674544102211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=116334674544102211' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/116334674544102211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/116334674544102211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2006/11/departed-finest-gangster-movie.html' title='The Departed - Finest Gangster movie.'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-116326448991433314</id><published>2006-11-11T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:00:15.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIT - Diwali celebrtions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1637/4207/1600/MIT-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1637/4207/320/MIT-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIT, Hravard, or whatever frist class foriegn universities never admired me because i was never intrested in higher studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Sangam - an Indian assosiation in MIT had their diwali celebration in their Campus.(of course itis NOT free !!). I'm usally uncomfortable with these kind of indian functions outside for the simple reason they will assume Hindi for granted. I cannt understand head or tail of it. For me any north Indian language is Hindi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was friday night, no othere usefull work todo, so we friends decided to spend time there, atleast we can see some good girls !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we reach ther culturals were started.The hall was 3/4 full mostly with students, and little outsiders like us.Here and ther you could see some Foreigners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1637/4207/1600/MIT-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1637/4207/320/MIT-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the culturals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one was a Bharathanatiam dance by 4 of 5 girls, I dont remember the # of exactly because all the time I was starinf only at the girl dancing in the blue attire, she was looking very beautiful in a typical bharathanatiam attire (FYI, I'm no way related to any of these dance ).She was very nervous in the stage and her dance was not that great, who cares !!! My friend told me "ok buddy 20$ worth it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was a dance by guys for songs mixed from different language (Oorvasi oorrvasi from Khadalan, Chennai senthamil maranthene - Mkumar and one more hinidi song).By this time I was comforatable because I could see atleast some non-Hindi items. Perfoamce was so average that it was not even in standards with the shows I've seen during my time in CIT (Coimbatore inst. of tech), but ya it is in Boston, even average things looks better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others intresting dance is for "Radha kaise na jale, Radha kaise na jale" from Laggan. This is such a magical romantic song, although I dont appreciate hinidi songs, some are exceptional, this is one among them.Such a simple theme and niceley choreographed.&lt;br /&gt;(This song is writtne by Javed Akthar, Muscic by AR.Rehman, Choreographed by Saroj Khan and Casted by Ameer Khan. Four muslims and the theme is about Indian Hind mythology  - simply superb !!!)&lt;br /&gt;Couple of foreginers were also dancing for this. Well performance was OK, but since the song by itself is great, it worked well in the ordiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then two tamil-solo-classical-vocal "Poo malai vaangi vanthean pookal illaye.." from Sindhu Bhairavi &amp; "Vellai pura ondru ponadhi kayil varamalee.." from Pudhu kavithai. Well most of the audiance have no clue about this song, but I enjoyed it !!!You can't help it ,India is a multi-lingusitic country, within 1000 Km the whole culture changes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have couple of good kabra dance (hope I spelled it correctly), I know it only as "balle balle .."songs. I have never seens any such Norhtindian culturals in India, infact I haven't even seen any stage shows for that matter. But see now...My friend was smiling at this and said, you could see the real India only outside the border !! May be he is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foot-loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the party was a foot-loose event in a different hall, and one of the student was DJing. It was below average but the best thing is crowd &amp; girls. It was full of girls,girls. We had a nice time in dance (as if we born and brougtup in disco culture !!!) for around 2 hrs..beers, wine, vodka was mixing with all Bollywood hip-hop songs..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last number was "merra Hindustaani..." !!! every body were dancing including Chinkies, Americans , and african-american &amp; including we ppl!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was FUN !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-116326448991433314?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/116326448991433314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=116326448991433314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/116326448991433314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/116326448991433314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2006/11/mit-diwali-celebrtions.html' title='MIT - Diwali celebrtions.'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-116317975076658643</id><published>2006-11-10T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:00:15.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORAT  - Filthy comedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1637/4207/1600/th-bv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1637/4207/320/th-bv.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last tuesday went to showcase cinemas with my friends to watch Borat - I have read the review b4 and it was acclaimed well in the box office. But I never expected the cinema hall to be house-full . Infact the week before I saw only 4 ppl (including my friends) for DON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this movie I dont know much about the country - Kajakistan&lt;br /&gt;I donno what angry/grudge the directtor had on Kajakistan, He has absolutely blasted the country to his best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story of the movie -haa..dont worry , luckily there is no time to look for that.To start it was good, but some where inbetween it started disgusting - too much of adult comedy..filthy scenes..too mcuh ..For eg Borat says ..nope leave it you better watch it in the movie. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the comedy is good . For eg Borat books a hotel room, and the waiter takes him to the room thru the elevator.Had never seen elevator in his life b4,Borat, starts opening his suit case and bags as soon as he enters the lift, saying this is a nice room (thinking that is the room !!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a person, who likes any type of adult comedy, ignoring any sort of centiments, you would enjoy the movie..Else stay away from the movie..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-116317975076658643?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/116317975076658643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=116317975076658643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/116317975076658643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/116317975076658643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2006/11/borat-filthy-comedy.html' title='BORAT  - Filthy comedy'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-116316559495382566</id><published>2006-11-10T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:00:15.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newyork nagaram urangum neram...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1637/4207/1600/IMG_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1637/4207/320/IMG_0032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts - Gifts are always good as along as we are on the receiving side :-) joke !!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, Statue of Libery, NY, is a gift from Frenc goverenment to US, for celebrating &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Birth day.&lt;/span&gt; :-), ok ok for their 100th year of independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constructed in France for 9 years (1875 to 1884), and gifted to people of America on July 4, 1884 , by people of France :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1637/4207/1600/IMG_0269.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1637/4207/320/IMG_0269.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of Newyork &amp; NewJersey taken from Empire state building.&lt;br /&gt;It was 9:00 AM in the morning and little windy in , 86 th floor. It was beautiful view of the NY from the highest building in NY (well it used to be WTC, befor 9/11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1637/4207/1600/IMG_0263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1637/4207/320/IMG_0263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is you could see Statue of liberty (appearing little green the next pic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1637/4207/1600/IMG_0302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1637/4207/320/IMG_0302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the place we coverd during our trip to Newyork. A metallic globe kept infront of the UN building, I donno wat is symbolize, but looks good to take some snaps and hence...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-116316559495382566?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/116316559495382566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=116316559495382566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/116316559495382566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/116316559495382566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2006/11/newyork-nagaram-urangum-neram.html' title='Newyork nagaram urangum neram...'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-116313386000717879</id><published>2006-11-09T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:00:15.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Feb-14th</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My Feb-14th...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            We have a project release lastnight, as usual, and were a looong day. Had a late sleep, without having any clue about the surprise , the next day morning is going to unveil.&lt;br /&gt;            Feb-14th morning - it started like yet an other sober morning, (I think it was Tuesday), till I hear the door bell. I tried my best not to hear the bell, thinking my friend will open the door. Finally he won, I walked to open the door, thinking it should be the maid. To my surprise there was no body outside, Irritated by this nonsense I was about to close the door, then I noticed the girl standing next to my neighbors door with a rose in her hand and in white saree (my favorite). Ok it is Feb-14th, I realized, any way it is just a Tuesday for me. I was about to  close the door. Something flashed in my mind, “I've seen this girl somewhere....in my office? ..No..in the bus?…may be..but ,lemme see her again”. I opened the door, to my surprise she was about the knock my door and I opened it...oh...means..she was mistakenly standing at my neigbours door...oops...I could hear my hear beat - and is faster than my Think-Pad !! Oh...wat is that in her hand..a red rosee...oops..is that for mee...ohh..what is she doing...inserting it in my hand...before I could come back to normal...she left...oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;strong&gt;5 minutes latter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            My Other friend came in (he works in night shift) and said, there is huge crowd of girls outside, with rose in their hand, and it blocking him entering the house. In fact the crowd is even blocking kormangala, 29th street. I went panic when he said all the girls were asking for "ME" !! Is it a prank ??  I went open the door and I cannot blv my eyes, a huge crowd of girls , with roses, in my door step, on valentines day, GOD what happened to you ,you heard my prayers huh ?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Before I could open my mouth, my mobile was hammering on my head !!! It should be my friend reminding about the current bill..come on guys, bill can wait. I wanted to switch that shit off surprisingly this idiot was not stopping. I tried once, twice..thrice, and lost my patience. I throw it down in the floor....at last it stopped ringing, but my friend started yelling at me as if sky is falling down..watz the matter with him....I opened my eyes..oops...wat "I OPENED MY EYES...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            It took 14 seconds to me to realize it was 4:AM in the morning, my mobile hit my friend who sleeping I the same room, there is no 29th Street in Koramangala, and more importantly the whole drama is happening in my dream...!!!&lt;br /&gt;            Dreams are important, the only place where you can control the world, your world – I read this somewhere, for some reason it came to my mind now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-116313386000717879?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/116313386000717879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=116313386000717879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/116313386000717879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/116313386000717879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-feb-14th.html' title='My Feb-14th'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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-37444966.post-116313084297100108</id><published>2006-11-09T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:00:14.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>intresting One liners ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Multitasking means screwing up several things at once.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When there's a will, I want to be in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A bartender is just a pharmacist with a limited inventory.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All generalizations are false, including this one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37444966-116313084297100108?l=bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/116313084297100108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37444966&amp;postID=116313084297100108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/116313084297100108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37444966/posts/default/116313084297100108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-sector-in-brain.blogspot.com/2006/11/intresting-one-liners.html' title='intresting One liners ..'/><author><name>peri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634112863075522817</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></feed>
