<?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-19562940</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:01:45.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LiveMyDream</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-2776124585993803503</id><published>2012-01-14T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T00:34:28.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush list</title><content type='html'>A small list of crushes, you may have... Walk through them inorder, would bring some smile... :-) R,*,J,L,R,... think, its a big list. Had searched them in Hi5, orkut and fb but never found one. Just saw one's picture on fb, with her name not tagged :D... Nostalgic ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-2776124585993803503?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2776124585993803503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=2776124585993803503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/2776124585993803503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/2776124585993803503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/crush-list.html' title='Crush list'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-4227668427108774673</id><published>2011-11-04T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:17:37.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over and Out of it... For good.</title><content type='html'>Am out of fb for a while. It has been one of addictions. Wasted loads of time on it, watching pictures, videos, updates and crazy apps. Take pictures for fb, live a life for showing others that you are happy, sad and excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt beyond a point, slowly these networking site making us self-obessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANTED TO BREAK-FREE... DEACTIVATED fb for a while :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have planned to &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; write more,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Read more,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; play more,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; sketch more,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Research more,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Travel more,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Meet more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; LIVE MORE.............. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-4227668427108774673?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4227668427108774673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=4227668427108774673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/4227668427108774673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/4227668427108774673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2011/11/over-and-out-of-it-for-good.html' title='Over and Out of it... For good.'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-3797763722104334947</id><published>2011-09-16T10:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T10:48:29.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gtalk names</title><content type='html'>Leave money and go behind your passion, some call you a fool, i may deny. Turned some friends who sat beside me into Gtalk names, now i should call myself a fool...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-3797763722104334947?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3797763722104334947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=3797763722104334947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/3797763722104334947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/3797763722104334947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/gtalk-names.html' title='Gtalk names'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-5886206908545378042</id><published>2011-09-08T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T09:44:30.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unforgiven 2...</title><content type='html'>Lay beside me, tell me what they've done&lt;br /&gt;Speak the words I want to hear, to make my demons run&lt;br /&gt;The door is locked now, but it's open if you're true&lt;br /&gt;If you can understand the me, than I can understand the you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-5886206908545378042?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5886206908545378042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=5886206908545378042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/5886206908545378042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/5886206908545378042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/unforgiven-2.html' title='The Unforgiven 2...'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-6618338281854431487</id><published>2011-08-03T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T00:06:25.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words could play and deceit you but only a strong intention will survive :)</title><content type='html'>self explanatory... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-6618338281854431487?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6618338281854431487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=6618338281854431487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/6618338281854431487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/6618338281854431487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/words-could-play-and-deceit-you-but.html' title='Words could play and deceit you but only a strong intention will survive :)'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-8070788168732848458</id><published>2011-07-31T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T10:01:25.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I could have wrote anything but I wrote this..</title><content type='html'>May be its just a coincidence, we end up thinking what we think, we end up reasoning how things are. May be its just a coincidence we meet few and know them. Random world where you and me, will never have a hold on. To implant an idea or a thought on your brain doesn't really take much. Probably a movie, casual talk with a friend, mostly our past determine what we choose or what we think. Its amazing, what we feel about an another person is not mostly what we feel, could be what our confidant say. I say Its important who we choose to speak, when we take important decision or even at bad times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a pattern of us and there is always a pattern in the random world. Random is what it appears to be, but under keen notice you may find there is a pattern. Months or it could be years for a pattern of us to repeat. haha.. Few are these people, who break the pattern are called explorer. Constantly doing unplanned things in life, could break your pattern. When you plan something, its very likely the day is going to be same as yesterday or day before. I have nothing to conclude here, just a random thought :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updating the post again...&lt;br /&gt;Oh may be I have something to conclude here. It is mathematically possible to predict or model a person's action or future based on his/her past. Life is all about choices and decisions a person takes. Maximum likelihood of a person taking one decision could be closely modeled with years of studying pattern or choices of an individual. Given two choices or few more choices, its possible to arrive at his/her pick for today or tomorrow. Soon there will be a day in which, courses, jobs, love and everything will be matched/offered to you based on your behavior matrix you have. Advertisement could reach target audience more accurately, hope google/gmail already does such small level behavior modeling to show advertisement near your email page. As human's grow lazier and lazier, his last right of taking decision will also be taken over by machines... LOL :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-8070788168732848458?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8070788168732848458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=8070788168732848458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/8070788168732848458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/8070788168732848458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-could-have-wrote-anything-but-i-wrote.html' title='I could have wrote anything but I wrote this..'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-1895218802670284734</id><published>2011-07-17T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T02:17:46.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neela...</title><content type='html'>I saw a movie yesterday... In all posters of "Deiva thirumagan" have seen only Vikram. So there was a expectation on Vikram's acting and he had delivered it well. Amazing movies always have something, which you never expect and leaves you with a great feeling. I would add this to one of the best movies I have seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is special about this? Many could possibly point out many things in the movie, but there was just one thing I felt connected to. Very very cute girl who acted in the movie, her characterization and story telling scenes between vikram and Neela. The day Neela was born, her mom passes away and all she got is his dad, who is totally kind man but mentally challenged. I used to like hearing stories when I was young. My grandma used to tell me, reading from some magazines. I totally enjoyed it. Dad used to bring a cartoon book, which had short stories with cartoon with a moral for each one. I have read that book many times, no actually its just a cartoon I loved seeing it. I used to read them everytime, as if I am reading it for the first time. When Vikram was telling stories to this small girl, I wish I had a daughter of that age. Come back early from work, make her sit infront of me in my bike. Wish she likes listening to my stories. I LOOOOOve telling stories :) he~he... Loved every scene this kid has acted, scene between Vikram and the kid is just amazing. It made me feel jealous. Haven't really had interest in being with a woman, marriage and always had a question if it really worth it. But after watching this movie, its worth very bit for having a daughter :) Am sure my daughter will be totally totally cute like father ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-1895218802670284734?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1895218802670284734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=1895218802670284734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/1895218802670284734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/1895218802670284734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2011/07/neela.html' title='Neela...'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-2267670402072486535</id><published>2011-06-08T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T09:18:08.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hachiko - A dog's story</title><content type='html'>The movie is about Hachi(a dog) and his man(Richard Gere). I started watching this movie from the middle, but it caught my attention in just one scene. My description of this movie would only from the middle :D. One day Hachi goes to the railway station just 2 minutes before Richard arrives. Richard surprised to see him in the station, asks others if he was there all day, station master replies him that he just came there. And from day on, Hachi waits for him every day in the station. The bond between a dog, sorry a faithful soul and his master is so well displayed. In few scene they show the sight of Hachi, its like showing Hachi's point of view. One day Hachi, doesn't let Richard go to college. Richard consoles Hachi and leaves to station. Hachi follows him taking a ball in his mouth and gives it to him. Richard becomes very glad in watching Hachi bring ball for him, plays with him for a while and leaves to college. Later that day, Richard passes away because of some health problem. The whole family got to know that he is not coming back home. Poor Hachi, waited for him the whole night and for another ten years in the same station at 5pm till dawn every single day. :( Richard's wife comes to that station after 10years to see Hachi waiting for Richard. Tells him that she would for Richard atleast one day with him and cries hugging him. Hachi dies one day waiting for his partner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am touched watching undying faith, love  he had. May be he was unaware of great things that human being may know, but he possesses faith which I truly admire.  &lt;br /&gt;Richard's grand son, tells this story to his classmate in his class. And concludes by saying "Never forget the person who you loved. And for me Hachi is hero forever." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't watched this movie, Go watch it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-2267670402072486535?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2267670402072486535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=2267670402072486535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/2267670402072486535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/2267670402072486535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2011/06/hachiko-dogs-story.html' title='Hachiko - A dog&apos;s story'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-800104158601464341</id><published>2011-05-29T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T10:21:23.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad dream.</title><content type='html'>Ain't no superman, I am only human. I bleed when I fall, like anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Am no saint to be always nice and smile. When I feel pain, there are times i cut loose.&lt;br /&gt;Have never afraid of losing, am brave enough to face my lows. But am not brave enough face a human, change in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;How strange humans are, they turn busy so quickly. You get breaks, you do laugh and am no stupid to buy your lies. &lt;br /&gt;When I heard you crib that you got no time for your old friends. I had a doubt, if I was next. &lt;br /&gt;Oh! I forgot, you are all humans too, you do forget. Ain't feeling sorry anymore, only mistake I ever done, was to expect a blind man to paint. All I wish now for a bad memory. I don't like myself to be caught the past. This is a phase I will see it through. &lt;br /&gt;Now I walk, wondering whom to trust. It took 6 long years to be who I am, am afraid I may loss my best and go back to the days of hate. More than you should be ashamed of making someone feel like this, am ashamed to see you fail and that hurts me the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am happy now, I do know myself more. But do you know? haha... If not see your pattern, you will know. &lt;br /&gt;Am not talking of just one, its a bunch my old friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope its just a bad dream... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-800104158601464341?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/800104158601464341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=800104158601464341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/800104158601464341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/800104158601464341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2011/05/bad-dream.html' title='Bad dream.'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-94632681107408275</id><published>2011-05-27T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T10:13:07.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How unlucky!</title><content type='html'>I was waiting infront to axis bank near Marthahalli multiplex for my friend to join. Waiting wasn't boring in Bangalore, cause you know..... Bangalore and in front of a theatre on a friday night, time flies. At a distance, saw pretty face. ok I should say really pretty face. She was cute, fair, light grey shirt and a jean. I was lost. She came close by and I got a good look for her face. In few seconds, she came towards me. I was in a BIG shock.............!!!!!!!!! And she whispered in a low voice, "may I use your cell phone please" *with a note in her hand*. I felt like killing myself. Saddest day of my life :(... I replied her back "my battery is down too"... (cursed myself, "Wat an Idiot I am")...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-94632681107408275?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/94632681107408275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=94632681107408275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/94632681107408275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/94632681107408275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-unlucky.html' title='How unlucky!'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-2908197719197178600</id><published>2011-05-25T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T12:12:56.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnets to Sundry Notes of Music</title><content type='html'>As it fell upon a day&lt;br /&gt;In the merry month of May,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in a pleasant shade&lt;br /&gt;Which a grove of myrtles made,&lt;br /&gt;Beasts did leap, and birds did sing,&lt;br /&gt;Trees did grow, and plants did spring;&lt;br /&gt;Every thing did banish moan,&lt;br /&gt;Save the nightingale alone:&lt;br /&gt;She, poor bird, as all forlorn,&lt;br /&gt;Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn&lt;br /&gt;And there sung the dolefull'st ditty,&lt;br /&gt;That to hear it was great pity:&lt;br /&gt;'Fie, fie, fie,' now would she cry;&lt;br /&gt;'Tereu, tereu!' by and by;&lt;br /&gt;That to hear her so complain,&lt;br /&gt;Scarce I could from tears refrain;&lt;br /&gt;For her griefs, so lively shown,&lt;br /&gt;Made me think upon mine own.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain!&lt;br /&gt;None takes pity on thy pain:&lt;br /&gt;Senseless trees they cannot hear thee;&lt;br /&gt;Ruthless beasts they will not cheer thee:&lt;br /&gt;King Pandion he is dead;&lt;br /&gt;All thy friends are lapp'd in lead;&lt;br /&gt;All thy fellow birds do sing,&lt;br /&gt;Careless of thy sorrowing.&lt;br /&gt;Even so, poor bird, like thee,&lt;br /&gt;None alive will pity me.&lt;br /&gt;Whilst as fickle Fortune smiled,&lt;br /&gt;Thou and I were both beguiled.&lt;br /&gt;Every one that flatters thee&lt;br /&gt;Is no friend in misery.&lt;br /&gt;Words are easy, like the wind;&lt;br /&gt;Faithful friends are hard to find:&lt;br /&gt;Every man will be thy friend&lt;br /&gt;Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend;&lt;br /&gt;But if store of crowns be scant,&lt;br /&gt;No man will supply thy want.&lt;br /&gt;If that one be prodigal,&lt;br /&gt;Bountiful they will him call,&lt;br /&gt;And with such-like flattering,&lt;br /&gt;'Pity but he were a king;'&lt;br /&gt;If he be addict to vice,&lt;br /&gt;Quickly him they will entice;&lt;br /&gt;If to women he be bent,&lt;br /&gt;They have at commandement:&lt;br /&gt;But if Fortune once do frown,&lt;br /&gt;Then farewell his great renown&lt;br /&gt;They that fawn'd on him before&lt;br /&gt;Use his company no more.&lt;br /&gt;He that is thy friend indeed,&lt;br /&gt;He will help thee in thy need:&lt;br /&gt;If thou sorrow, he will weep;&lt;br /&gt;If thou wake, he cannot sleep;&lt;br /&gt;Thus of every grief in heart&lt;br /&gt;He with thee doth bear a part.&lt;br /&gt;These are certain signs to know&lt;br /&gt;Faithful friend from flattering foe.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't write it. :) Shakespeare did :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-2908197719197178600?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2908197719197178600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=2908197719197178600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/2908197719197178600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/2908197719197178600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2011/05/sonnets-to-sundry-notes-of-music.html' title='Sonnets to Sundry Notes of Music'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-9059138703182497264</id><published>2011-05-22T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T02:03:45.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovered Ajana nagar.. lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--khbPIoaqSM/TdjO6Xzpe2I/AAAAAAAAAqE/tICSCfT3-m4/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--khbPIoaqSM/TdjO6Xzpe2I/AAAAAAAAAqE/tICSCfT3-m4/s400/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609460838108330850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a change, I thought of going to a random place, which I never been. Many times I have lost track of going back to home itself. For me to go to a random place and to get back home is a quite interesting. Charged my camera battery, filled petrol in my Unicorn and headed to a place, which I don't know. LOL... At signals where I get two options of road to take, I just took one randomly. Then turn back and look for some landmark, so that I wont get lost when I come back.. he~he... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the random place I reached was ajana nagar :)... Felt like Colombus, I discovered Ajana nagar, how stupid! ;) Today is an inspiration, to go many more random places without a plan. Probably would take a train next time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-9059138703182497264?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9059138703182497264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=9059138703182497264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/9059138703182497264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/9059138703182497264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2011/05/discovered-ajana-nagar-lol.html' title='Discovered Ajana nagar.. lol'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--khbPIoaqSM/TdjO6Xzpe2I/AAAAAAAAAqE/tICSCfT3-m4/s72-c/DSC_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-7031561686059972139</id><published>2011-05-21T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T10:47:17.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid chutney blog...</title><content type='html'>Sometime back I read some stupid idli chutney blog. &lt;br /&gt;http://www.chutneycase.com/2011/04/angst.html#disqus_thread  (Read at your own risk, but may not worth your attention)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she can write what she thinks in her blog about her perception of the world she lives in. And this is my space, I owe her a reply in my space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody dreams and after dreaming then comes differences between people in the world. I see 3 kinds of different people in the world. 1st kind are the ones who give their dreams a slow death. 2nd kind are the ones who believe in their dreams, till the very end. 3rd kind are the ones who forget, don't know what their dreams and all they know is to mock others. Miss. Chutney blogger belongs to the 3rd kind, who live a life by cribbing about others.  What matters to you if others open a blog, what matters if others buy a camera and take pictures of what ever they want? Funny thing, I could only pity you Ms.Chutney for who you are. When there are so many good things happening in the world. Few choose to see only the worthless things that people do. These Chutneys and sambars will always live with mindless followers promoting them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live your Dream. If you couldn't, at least stop caring about what others do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Saw Ms.Chutney cribbing about people clicking pictures of dogs and cows. Well If I ever see you with a cute little dog, my choice would definitely be the later. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-7031561686059972139?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7031561686059972139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=7031561686059972139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/7031561686059972139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/7031561686059972139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2011/05/stupid-hutney-blog.html' title='Stupid chutney blog...'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-4759150258235073338</id><published>2011-05-17T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T09:26:30.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apizz Bus  :)</title><content type='html'>Its almost 20kms from BTM to office, takes almost 1 hour 20 minutes. Just got bored of driving 40kms every day in slow moving Bangaluru traffic. Today tried office bus. Stops at A2B at 7:45am, usually I won't even get up at that time. he~he. Got up early today, felt like catching a school bus. Bus came on time, was so glad I don't have to drive all the way. Tiny Philips music player and some great music all the way. Music has a great ability to change anyone's mood. Was a pleasant, comfortable travel and reached office at 8:45am... At 5:50 in the evening, saw people rushing down the steps with their bags to catch their bus. ha~ha... Felt like kids, rushing away from school to head back home. I joined them too, carrying my red bag and reached home at 7pm :)))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-4759150258235073338?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4759150258235073338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=4759150258235073338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/4759150258235073338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/4759150258235073338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2011/05/apizz-bus.html' title='Apizz Bus  :)'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-4100696390255613235</id><published>2011-05-15T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T11:28:21.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forum Kidz Mall...</title><content type='html'>With hundreds of unwanted thoughts running in my mind, went to forum value mall in white field with my friend. Generally malls in Bangalore you would find a lot of young crowd. When I first came to Bangalore, we go to mall to see pretty girls and after a point it became a boring, over crowded place. But today was an exception, I found kids and kids all over. Most of them who came to the mall were couples with kids around 1 to 3 years old. All of them were amazingly cute, we found one cute kid running around with a balloon in hand and his mom was next to him with 2nd feet distance, so that she won't disturb him. I loved the moment and the thought of a mom to let her kid free and also to stay near by to keep an eye on him was so cute. And there was a toy train, we went and sat on the slab next to toy train with kids riding on them. The joy that they create out of simple things spreads. I sat there watched their every move. They were waving hands to their parents and one kid was giving high5 as in when the train goes next to his mom. Suddenly I realized my mouth was paining, after smiling at them for very long time. Its been a long time I smiled for so long. :))))) I loved every single moment of it. Wished I had a camera in my hand. But even without it, I was in a state of bliss :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-4100696390255613235?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4100696390255613235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=4100696390255613235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/4100696390255613235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/4100696390255613235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2011/05/forum-kidz-mall.html' title='Forum Kidz Mall...'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-6508399769753104847</id><published>2011-04-29T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:21:30.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last 3 months</title><content type='html'>Last 3 months was an experience that I remember for ever. If I don't then I will read this and am writing this only for that ;). Joined Ittiam on july 26th, during the interview I told that I would be working on algorithm development and ended up changing APIs and integrating libraries, which wasn't my interest and strength. After 6 months in Ittiam, I informed my manager that I decided to resign and pursue my interest. They stopped me telling many things. But after a month I found no improvement and then I decided to quit without a job in hand. Most of my friends said its a bad idea to quit without a job. I had few algorithms in mind which I wanted to try implementing for 2 months. Thought it will be a good break to spend time with family and also to go for trekking for photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 2011, After I resigned my job. I missed my job, confidence, peace of mind, friends, confidants and clarity in thinking. Even close friends questioned my decision and more than that my passion for research. When you fall we tend to get support from your confidants. Most challenging part was to face some confidants walk away. You can support many people in their problems, when its ours you would need another person. Raghu, Athreya, Prabhakaran and esp my family supported me during 2 months. And at times few encouraging words from sony friends. Its invaluable when some could listen or even talk something else to you and change your mind at these times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home in Chennai, it was good I had enough time to design and development things. Many days I stared at plots trying to make them better. I love working in the nights, its good cause nobody knows that you are working and complete peace. Many nights, I watched the graphs anxiously, thinking what better I could do in that. My sadness and happiness I kept it close to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with interviews was a big thing. After 1 month, path partner called up saying that I got selected in Tech round and they missed to inform, how funny. Then came Tata elxsi interview, which was even more funny. After couple of tech rounds and HR round, I told family and friends that I got selected but they called up and said that I would have a next round of tech round. Luckily managed to clear them and get an offer. Then came MR.Samsung, wonder boy for a research team. It was my dream to get into research. After 3 hours of Tech round, the manager told to wait for HR round in the same room. Since it was late evening, HR told it would be scheduled later. I was sooo happy in cracking a research interview. Later I learned that my position was on hold. After 2 weeks call came from samsung consultant calling for another round of tech round. My happiness went out of bound, I prepared some more and went to bangalore hoping that I would clear. After going to samsung I learned that it was for some other team for Android framework. I canceled the interview and returned back home disappointed. I suck at testing, integration, API changes but am good at innovating. While innovating, am sure I would better things what I suck at. Samsung R&amp;D missed me. Their reason to hold me was that I took a month break. How sad, people look at small things and forget a person's passion for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Madan, was how few people used address me. I never liked it. Because of few reasons, I like to be loved for what I am then from where I am and I know those people who like me as sony Madan, may not when I move out. True friendship will not stop with me changing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned to let go. To let go Samsung research, to let go my disappointments, to let go priority changes of friends. But I learned to hold on to my passion and hope... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking ahead. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-6508399769753104847?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6508399769753104847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=6508399769753104847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/6508399769753104847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/6508399769753104847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2011/04/last-3-months.html' title='Last 3 months'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-1253367118549509575</id><published>2011-04-13T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T23:46:37.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave out all the rest - Linkin park</title><content type='html'>I dreamed I was missing&lt;br /&gt;You were so scared&lt;br /&gt;But no one would listen&lt;br /&gt;'Cause no one else cared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I woke with this fear&lt;br /&gt;What am I leaving&lt;br /&gt;When I'm done here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're asking me&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that I've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;And don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;I've taken my beating&lt;br /&gt;I've shared what I've made&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong on the surface&lt;br /&gt;Not all the way through&lt;br /&gt;I've never been perfect&lt;br /&gt;But neither have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting all the hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;You've learned to hide so well&lt;br /&gt;Pretending someone else can come&lt;br /&gt;And save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yZIummTz9mM"&gt;CLICK HERE FOR VIDEO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how song writers express themselves. Wish I could...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-1253367118549509575?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1253367118549509575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=1253367118549509575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/1253367118549509575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/1253367118549509575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2011/04/leave-out-all-rest.html' title='Leave out all the rest - Linkin park'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-2583416464510301206</id><published>2011-04-07T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T12:50:49.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing...</title><content type='html'>He walked down on an empty road, with his hands folded behind. The sun was about to hide behind the building and big trees. He looked at one of the tree, smiled and passed by shaking his head. He then started humming a song, letting his arms free. &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/19562940-2583416464510301206?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2583416464510301206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=2583416464510301206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/2583416464510301206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/2583416464510301206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2011/04/sing.html' title='Sing...'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-2649166070861154968</id><published>2011-03-20T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T12:09:55.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship is a function of distance..</title><content type='html'>Friendship or the closeness we share with an individual change with time and distance between us. Could be disturbing to hear this, many could deny it but its just a fact. Best friend and close friends we had in school may or may not last forever. After few years, in college we find new set of people, though we hate the fact we are missing those old school friend, slowly new friends replace the position of best friend and best friend. My best friend in school was Jayabalaji, it got changed when I went to my first company in Chennai, it slowly become Raghu prashanth. When I shifted to Bangalore, close friends have changed to friends in Bangalore. Things do change with time, so do friends. Though we expect them to be there forever to be our best friend or close friends, things change. If you are lucky, you could find some new friends first in your new place while your friend could be still missing you more than you do or vice versa. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best friend die hard, but close friends or friend circle could change very easily. If the change is slow, it could happen without your understanding but when it is quite fast could be hard to take. You may forget your close friend's (in old place) birthday but you may remember, stay awake and wish your new pal in new place. That too for guys, if there is new pretty girl at new place, its most likely he will remember and wish her but he may forget to wish his best friend. I have done that. :P... Not just guys even girls do :)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friendship is build with trust, care and affection. If I strip off the sugar coating, you may find expectation in terms care, time etc., from your friend. And friendship is also a belief you have on another person. As you believe in your God/religion/anything, we also build some belief in which our friendship exist. We may believe your friend is straight forward or caring or honest or brave for which we have admired and liked our friend for. This is very foundation on which you have built your friendship on. And the very reason our relationship grown over the period. Friendships fades or takes a twist when the belief itself goes for a toss, leaves you weak and shocked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our old close friends could be replaced by our new close friends who are near us, friends of same sex could be easily replaced by a friend of opposite sex (blame our hormones for  this). We are our memory, friends exist in our memory. But its sad that memory fades away in time and so do friends. May be its a natural balance, by which old fades and gives space to new things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its natural that things change in time and separation. Knowingly or unknowingly when we have spent long time our friends, we know how they act, respond or feel. So any change could be felt easily by a friend. Its up to us to keep the change slow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &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/19562940-2649166070861154968?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2649166070861154968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=2649166070861154968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/2649166070861154968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/2649166070861154968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2011/03/friendship-is-function-of-distance.html' title='Friendship is a function of distance..'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-5997440491299808026</id><published>2011-03-11T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T21:46:20.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices...</title><content type='html'>Its choices which decide, who we are today. I chose to pursue my dream at the cost of my job. When I told my friends that I going to quit my job, want to implement my idea for 2 months and then join a company. Friends insisted not to quit without getting a job. I was given lecture for more than 2 hours by my big boss in my company, said its foolish to do and it will spoil my career. Some others scared me that if I do that now, other companies I am applying to might think I was thrown out from previous employer.. *giggles*. I don't if companies do that, one of my college friend asked if I was thrown out. Wonder how negative people think about when we differ from others. In this small journey, we are limited by a job, wealth, position and status. We long for all materialistic goals, when one talk about his dreams and passion he is questioned and ridiculed. In few countries, people do take career breaks for an year and pursue their passion and get back to work. Such breaks help them to place themselves in their area of interest or to gain clarity. When is our society going to be open for new thoughts? As a part of the society, I have its influence too. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World isn't that small to be limited by negative thoughts :)... Sometimes speaking to positive people helps. Raghu(best friend from digibee), Satish kumar (friend from digibee), Jagadish (friend from Ittiam systems) and family (esp mom) were  few who helped hold on to my decision :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned, no matters what people say its finally our decision to do what is right. And we should be responsible for any outcome. Ofcourse thank who stood by you during  hard times. And its time when we could run short of few friends. :P lol... Its part of our choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-5997440491299808026?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5997440491299808026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=5997440491299808026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/5997440491299808026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/5997440491299808026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2011/03/choices.html' title='Choices...'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-1469659043635363401</id><published>2011-01-28T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T11:41:03.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes everything goes wrong LOL...</title><content type='html'>Its not easy to get into a research at work and I got it after making 3 successful algorithms. Many of my seniors thought I didn't deserve such a position, may be they were right. Think it was a golden period, when everything happened and it felt really good. I was enjoying my research and also the time I spent in Recreation Team. Dance, an award, MS degree, JLPT level 3, once co-captain of a samagama team, captain of an olympia team and life was all good. I loved going to work and I enjoyed week days more than weekends. ;)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My research didn't find the recognition as my other 3 works did and I didn't want to let my manager down, who trusted me. So I proposed another idea and worked on keeping a demo but unluckily the same idea was patented my sony USA a year back... I believe your performance depends on us and also whom we work under. Am good working under bosses who give a lot of freedom and encouragement to invent new things. My luck started there, I was moved into a person who was just The opposite he~he... I thought I should learn more, moved to geeky company. Even now I am not sure whether it was a good choice. Its 6 months now in the new place, the hardest time I have ever crossed  in life. Amazingly what ever I touched in the last 10months has went wrong... That's a lot of learning with pain :) It a pill with no sugar coating in it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-1469659043635363401?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1469659043635363401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=1469659043635363401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/1469659043635363401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/1469659043635363401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2011/01/sometimes-everything-goes-wrong-lol.html' title='Sometimes everything goes wrong LOL...'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-1216707407046023150</id><published>2010-12-27T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T01:23:03.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys First please.. LOL</title><content type='html'>I was a foodie, 10years back when I was at home. Then I used to fight with my mom to add more varieties and complain for not making any juices or ice cream after buying a fridge. And now, I don't mind eating anything since everything I taste bores me. Now eating is only to stay away from hunger :D...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently a week before on Saturday, I was invited by my friend to her home for lunch. She added that they have kitty party at home. Kitty party was a new word for me. *smiled* and asked her what it is. She explained that all her mom's friend would bring food from their home, her mom also would prepare food and they all would have a good lunch time together. It was a blessing for me to get HOME food.. :) Just to make sure, asked her if she really wanted me to be there. She said YES... then she added that her cousin would get a company also. Went to her home and found some interesting people. Her mom is just like her, her cousin guru an interesting character, who kept teasing his other cousin there..  It was fun :) And one by one her mom's friend came home. Its nice and new for me to see mom's generation people having fun together. And to see all women and only Guru and me there was a different experience. All were so kind and once the lunch was ready one aunty called "Guys first please"... hahaha... That was the best part. :) A lovely day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-1216707407046023150?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1216707407046023150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=1216707407046023150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/1216707407046023150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/1216707407046023150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2010/12/guys-first-please-lol.html' title='Guys First please.. LOL'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-6274895416978490690</id><published>2010-11-28T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T10:20:02.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My fear</title><content type='html'>It haunted me few years back. Its a feeling that got me nervous and left me with a shiver. I ran far away from my fear and the part of myself. The part of myself, which I didn't want to see it ever again. Many things in life are like a drug, which keeps you happy and slowly the sedative makes you loose yourself. When you awake up you would understand you are caught and no easy way out. A fear could shape you as person, its a base for any organism to survive. But when you get the glimpse of the dear old fear, it does gets you weak and pale.  May be I don't have the strength to face it again. Call me a coward, am gonna run away... Miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-6274895416978490690?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6274895416978490690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=6274895416978490690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/6274895416978490690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/6274895416978490690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-fear.html' title='My fear'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-3090124740949343892</id><published>2010-10-29T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T10:46:03.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One bledy Question :P</title><content type='html'>When is your marriage??? I feel like its the end of world, when someone ask me this. Such an annoying question. Suddenly it hits you no longer a young. For someone who hate commitment towards anything, marriage is something in my bad dream list. As my 27 is not far away, think am running short of weekends. May be another 52 weekends if could really drag myself too. On top of it all, joined a company, where it could possibly cut few of those too. :P lol... How boring would life be after marriage, just one girl and that is it!!! (as if I have so many now :P). I feel I may loose my freedom or spoil someone else freedom to be herself. Don't really understand why we humans had invented this crazy thing. We should be just like apes to unleash our purest emotion, lust. Wish I could borrow another couple years and grow younger. I have a list of things to do before falling into the bottomless pit. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, anyways I really pity the unlucky soul. he~he. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-3090124740949343892?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3090124740949343892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=3090124740949343892' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/3090124740949343892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/3090124740949343892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-bledy-question-p.html' title='One bledy Question :P'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-4103996572006768119</id><published>2010-10-16T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T01:42:12.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashamed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm selfish, jealous, greedy, pervert and a total jerk. I have felt ashamed of myself many times and that didn't change anything for good. Have only started to live with it. Its a sad feeling, when people look at you as an innocent but you are not. Why am I acting? Think, The maker should bless people with a face, which conveys their heart and thoughts. Don't if I am writing this to seek attention too. Am sure about one thing though, I don't like to loved for who am I not. Let this be my little confession.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-4103996572006768119?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4103996572006768119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=4103996572006768119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/4103996572006768119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/4103996572006768119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/ashamed.html' title='Ashamed...'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-6796518533909987566</id><published>2010-09-01T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T21:23:30.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Virtual...</title><content type='html'>Digital world has brought things closer or may be it just feels like it has brought us closer to our family and friends through internet and cell phones. But rather it increases the fake part of our life more and reduces our the real connection. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Technology will always TRY to fake what is real. Though communication (Voice/Video/Text) always evolves with better connectivity, speed and quality, we would always tend to miss the real world more and more. If I recollect my close friends were always been the ones, who I shared lot of time in person. I think, may be the real world brings better understanding and closeness with an individual than the Digital successor. Lot of things could easily faked on phone and internet... he~he. Am no saint, i fake a lot of things on internet/phone. :P. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things my look closer than they appear to be. We may claim or feel to be closer but nobody to blame its just a feeling. Wait a minute, got a text message... Burp :P... Technology could keep already known friends in touch. But getting closer through the technology could be quite tricky ;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other end, frequency in which we meet our close friends also reduces since we keep in touch through the instruments. I see high decline in real connection with the known and the unknown. Virtual life, I can't deny you but I would like to keep you away...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-6796518533909987566?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6796518533909987566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=6796518533909987566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/6796518533909987566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/6796518533909987566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2010/09/virtual.html' title='The Virtual...'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-4693692996270849028</id><published>2010-08-16T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T06:39:14.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrace...</title><content type='html'>Took a cup of tea from cafeteria and went to terrace of my office.. From our terrace, which is above 4 floors, we get a pretty nice view of richmond road flyover. Cup of tea and the view from terrace makes a pleasant combination every day. Everyday I would see the slow moving traffic, from top I have very little to bother about :D. Today I found couple of kids, both must be 6 years old on their terrace, which is diagonally opposite to my office building. They were playing shuttle on their terrace, one with pink top and black track and other in yellow top and yellow shorts :). So carefree and happy in their own world :). Enjoyed the moment watching them play from our terrace, sitting on a small slab with Non-vending machine made Tea :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-4693692996270849028?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4693692996270849028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=4693692996270849028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/4693692996270849028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/4693692996270849028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2010/08/terrace.html' title='Terrace...'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-2452942595960747046</id><published>2010-07-25T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T10:34:28.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Company Tomorrow..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;Tomorrow should go to a new company, feel like going to an exam with out reading anything. :D Different route, people... wondering all this looked at my room mate Eswar, he is preparing to tomorrow presentation on JAVA to his juniors.. he is more scared than me ;) he is going through JAVA tutorial on Youtube :D... Tutorial had what is object and class :D..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;HR had mailed to get few docs a week ago. Just now went to search for an internet browsing centre to get printout, bledy all were closed :P... 10 am there without documents ;) Gonna b funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Done a lot of stupid things because of my absent minded nature, hopefully i wont go to old office instead of new place... :D expecting that would definitely happen one. Both offices are totally different direction.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-2452942595960747046?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2452942595960747046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=2452942595960747046' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/2452942595960747046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/2452942595960747046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-company-tomorrow.html' title='New Company Tomorrow..'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-5732891364669018830</id><published>2010-06-20T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T22:08:25.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutest Thing</title><content type='html'>Been to life style last night, to pick up a belt for vinay. When we went for billing there was huge queue, then a person suggested us to go to third floor for billing... Awww... kids everywhere, everywhere holding their favourites toys :). Lot of cute cute little ones :). Then there was this cute small little gal must be 3 years old, she was sooo small but this cute one was holding her younger sister's hand, she must be close to 1.5years. The younger one has picked a toy in her hand and guess she liked it sooooo much. Its a small blue color soft toy and the toy looked so pretty in her cute little fingers, her elder sister was holding her other hand and talking her along. Everyone was amazed by the elder sister's act of protecting her sister :). I followed these cute little ladies. Then her mom came took all the toys from their hands, kept it on the self and took the angels out... The younger cried and walk with her mom... Felt sad, went i saw the same soft toy she was crying for.... It was just 65Rs and it looked so good. Bought the toy and I thought I would drop next to the cute one if i find her. Went searching for the cutie, couldnt find her...  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-5732891364669018830?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5732891364669018830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=5732891364669018830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/5732891364669018830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/5732891364669018830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2010/06/cutest-thing.html' title='Cutest Thing'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-1675014237078504780</id><published>2010-06-10T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T22:13:58.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coconut Drink :D</title><content type='html'>Stopped for a coconut drink.. A guy came in a hero honda parks in front him and then smiled at me... GRRRRR.. WTF! Was irritated and embrassed. Then noticed a cell phone popping out of his helmet. :D Thank God! That wasn't at me :) Damn that Dostana movie, our perception has changed since then :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-1675014237078504780?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1675014237078504780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=1675014237078504780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/1675014237078504780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/1675014237078504780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2010/06/coconut-drink-d.html' title='Coconut Drink :D'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-5301457638152249954</id><published>2010-06-08T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T22:20:10.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*HoRn* *HoRn*</title><content type='html'>I was stuck in traffic, then I found a white old Maruthi 800 blocking my way. *HoRn* *HoRn* In the car's side mirror found a beautiful lips ;)... A side mirror and I could see only a lips in that, what a nice sight in bad traffic ;). *HoRn* *HoRn* (from Heart :D). Pepped a little more to notice its proud owner, a tag with white ribbon and brown chudi. Just in case if I am lucky to see her again. I ride high on luck, she walks opposite in our building but a different company though. The beautiful lips ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-5301457638152249954?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5301457638152249954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=5301457638152249954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/5301457638152249954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/5301457638152249954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2010/06/horn-horn.html' title='*HoRn* *HoRn*'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-8262043082288443840</id><published>2010-05-03T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T23:56:04.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where wild things are - Max's story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There were some buildings. They could walk. Then there were some vampires. One of the vampires bit the tallest building but his fangs broke off. Then all of his other teeth fell out. The vampire started crying. The other vampires said, "Why are you crying? Aren't those just your baby teeth?" The vampire said, "No, those are my grown-up teeth." And the vampires knew he couldn't be a vampire anymore so they left him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The end... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-8262043082288443840?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8262043082288443840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=8262043082288443840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/8262043082288443840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/8262043082288443840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-wild-things-are-maxs-story.html' title='Where wild things are - Max&apos;s story'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-2701120749618263054</id><published>2010-04-07T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T04:52:15.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiest moment :)</title><content type='html'>And i saw that happening :)... after few initial failed attempt, it worked to my own surprise :)&lt;br /&gt;A Dream came true :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-2701120749618263054?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2701120749618263054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=2701120749618263054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/2701120749618263054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/2701120749618263054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/happiest-moment.html' title='Happiest moment :)'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-4536294474024558151</id><published>2010-02-08T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T05:57:58.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn! am lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One guy came yelling beside me after the signal @ 9pm in kannada and it was quite dark.. I didn't understand most of it but understood that he is either shouting at me or trying to convey something, as he was signaling at my bike. Went towards to left to park my bike and he followed me. He pointed at the back wheel and said back wheel bolt has fallen off. Was shocked to find the axle was almost out and I just escaped from kissing the road bcoz of one person observation in darkness... To say Thank u, was such a small thing i cud do for his help.. Still wonder how he observed it at night. Damn! am lucky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Searched for a near by mechanic and got that fixed... Mechanic was great, i didnt have a bolt of that size. He quickly removed bolt from engine case and put for the back wheel and asked me to drive safe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two interesting guys, one with great observation skill and one with a nice problem fixing ability. :) At times our abilities save life :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Do check your bike brakes and bolts, if you park your bike outside. It would take only few seconds but am sure you don't have to trust you luck always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-4536294474024558151?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4536294474024558151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=4536294474024558151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/4536294474024558151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/4536294474024558151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2010/02/damn-am-lucky.html' title='Damn! am lucky'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-1736502177719718573</id><published>2010-01-04T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:13:56.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 stay happy @ work...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="UIComposer_InputArea_Base UIComposer_InputArea"&gt;&lt;div class="UIComposer_InputShadow "&gt;&lt;div style="width: 518px;" class="Mentions_Input" id="c4b42d6833428f708dde2c_input" contenteditable="true"&gt;1. Do only wat u passionate abo.&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn to multi task, listen 2 songs or chat while u work or anythin u  like to do ;)&lt;br /&gt;3. try not to feel tht u r busy.&lt;br /&gt;4. find time for frns n fun.&lt;br /&gt;5. join some activities @ work place... most of ur non sleeping time is spent @ work, so u like it or not, learn to hav fun @ work.&lt;br /&gt;6. Think hard, work less.&lt;br /&gt;7. Spread lil smiles around.&lt;br /&gt;8. Respect ur boss, show more respect to de one below u.. &lt;br /&gt;9. Share ur smile wid security... he cud give u a gud start for a day.&lt;br /&gt;10. Find ways to waste ur time. Not many know how to waste time but its very important.. Use orkut, facebook, gtalk n etc., stay in touch...&lt;br /&gt;11. Apart frm project plans, make outing plans too :D.&lt;br /&gt;12. Treat colleagues as frns...&lt;br /&gt;13. Crushes n luv r better kept at some distance, so office relationships r not advisable.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;14. Involve in grp mailing... give chance to others to pull ur leg ;)... whose father wat goes. :P&lt;br /&gt;15. @ hard times, keep ur mouth shut n listen 2 some gud music ;)&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/19562940-1736502177719718573?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1736502177719718573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=1736502177719718573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/1736502177719718573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/1736502177719718573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-stay-happy-work.html' title='2 stay happy @ work...'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-3778717008965435516</id><published>2009-08-06T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T05:29:34.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First time I am waiting for 6pm to come...</title><content type='html'>I couldn't bare to see my 2 year long dream and effort fly out my hands. I fall prey for someone else's greed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-3778717008965435516?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3778717008965435516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=3778717008965435516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/3778717008965435516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/3778717008965435516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-time-i-am-waiting-for-6pm-to-come.html' title='First time I am waiting for 6pm to come...'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-7988049464766045465</id><published>2009-05-22T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T05:31:17.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty is skin deep, heart is jus few more inches deeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-7988049464766045465?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7988049464766045465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=7988049464766045465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/7988049464766045465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/7988049464766045465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/beauty-is-skin-deep-heart-is-jus-few.html' title='Beauty is skin deep, heart is jus few more inches deeper'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-6758968730016612447</id><published>2009-04-19T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:38:11.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De most highly OverRated Chemical Reaction is LUV... :P</title><content type='html'>De most highly OverRated Chemical Reaction is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;note: blogs is only on love between couples ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies, dramas, novels and songs have just made us believe love as something wonderful, divine and all the good things in the world... It is just elevated to a level so high, we started believing its wonderful to fall in love. When people talk about Love, they won't talk about LUST. Is it because human being like sugar coating their lusty feeling? Can there be Love without Lust??? Can be who knows? Can there be Lust without Love??? Answer is pretty simple, left for the reader to make out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly its some simple chemical reactions which make us feel what we feel. "When we are attracted to someone part of the brain which&lt;span lang="en-gb"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;processes emotions is fired up causing the heart to pound three times      faster&lt;span lang="en-gb"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;than normal and causes blood to be diverted      to the cheeks and sexual organs,&lt;span lang="en-gb"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;which causes the      feeling of butterflies in the stomach". Researchers say that Lust or romantic love is a because of "Neurotrophins" in the      bloodstreams and this horomone doesn't last long as you would expect it to be ;)...  Lust molecule is soon replaced by "cuddle hormone" called Oxytocin, which keeps partners together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another interesting research by Dr Marsden revealed that, "sex is booby-trapped" to make&lt;span lang="en-gb"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;people bond with their partner. "We all know you can have sex without falling in love but if you have enough&lt;span lang="en-gb"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;sex with the same person there's a good chance you will hit the      body's booby&lt;br /&gt;   trap which is there to tip you head over heels into love," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So your body goes all out to make you bond with your partner and that makes&lt;span lang="en-gb"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;love highly addictive and the withdrawal sucks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from Smoking &amp;amp; Drinking, Love is also very addictive triggered by possessiveness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-6758968730016612447?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6758968730016612447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=6758968730016612447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/6758968730016612447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/6758968730016612447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/de-most-highly-overrated-chemical.html' title='De most highly OverRated Chemical Reaction is LUV... :P'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-6191986351430111227</id><published>2009-04-07T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:40:32.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Love</title><content type='html'>I found my new love, she is stylish, elegant, slim &amp;amp; gentle... She makes no debate or quarrel, expect for some sweet little whisper during our ride past some lush green trees. And keeps me fit. Can't juz let anyone touch u my dear, 'm toooooo Possessive abo U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had left my Unicorn jealous.... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-6191986351430111227?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6191986351430111227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=6191986351430111227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/6191986351430111227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/6191986351430111227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-new-love.html' title='My New Love'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-7348083049009753966</id><published>2009-02-28T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:22:24.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Trust me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memories are haunting me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I left u, when u needed me the most...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ain't seeking forgiveness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You came into my life so easily&lt;br /&gt;And I had let u leave so early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its a bitter truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve to be ur friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voice inside is growing within,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its not easy to put a fake smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-7348083049009753966?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7348083049009753966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=7348083049009753966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/7348083049009753966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/7348083049009753966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-trust-me.html' title='Don&apos;t Trust me...'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-6565299966957088342</id><published>2009-02-24T09:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:56:47.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Samagama '09</title><content type='html'>Exciting two weeks came to an end. Samagama is our annual event at Sony India Software Center (SISC). We were split into four groups Bravia, Cybershot, Playstation and VIAO. I belonged to Cybershot team. As a part of our competition we had to make billboard, music video, social awarness, spot discussion and a skit. Meet a lot of new people with great ideas and talent. one thing which amazed me is music that our team had created. Credit goes to Chandana and karthick... Making Billboard was my natural choice ;)... We had to make 5 billboard in A0 size sheet. I had never painted anything in that big sheet and painting in that sheet wasn't so easy. ufffff almost 10 days I had to spend in multimedia lab with paint brushes and leaving office by 12 midnight... I was happy that I could bring back my passion alive. :) And I just enjoyed working for Cybershot and coordinating with Hiromi san...  We had a great team with loads of talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall we were runner up in samagama '09. It was so painful to hear that we were judged to be on 3rd position in music video even though we had the best lyrics and music . We had to take an another blow in billboard too, which also took 3rd place. We were everyone's favorite expect for the 5 judges ;). It was a little funny how few people can think/judge soooooo differently. Sometimes we have to be lucky also. We had to miss the SAMAGAMA '09 cup by just 0.75 point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mixture of hard work, fun and pain is a healthy meal, it can make us stronger. My thirst to touch the CUP has increased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised one of my dream in samagama.. :)) I danced for the first time on stage :D :D for "Papu can't dance sala " and "appadi podu" song... I can finally dance ;) ;) To my suprise I was awarded as "The most valuable player" hehehehe sometimes we get which we least expect and we don't get which we most expect... lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-6565299966957088342?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6565299966957088342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=6565299966957088342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/6565299966957088342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/6565299966957088342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/samagama-09.html' title='Samagama &apos;09'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-4159135130515092247</id><published>2008-11-30T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:16:31.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pattern of us</title><content type='html'>Why we have choices? Does our choices decides our destiny? Is there a right and bad choice exist? Can we predict someone else destiny or what his/her choice will be? World is filled with choices and nature gives with millions random paths, which every human can possibly take in a life time. Consciously and unconsciously, we pick and weave our life. And there are few choices which will make us repent for a long time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-4159135130515092247?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4159135130515092247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=4159135130515092247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/4159135130515092247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/4159135130515092247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/pattern-of-us.html' title='Pattern of us'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-8650199153006822467</id><published>2008-09-12T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:12:29.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 1/2 hours ahead...</title><content type='html'>I went to office at 4:20am IST, a day before..... got ready in quickest time possible which was also rather unusual to my character and the time which i waste a lot, become precious.. Found a City where they value every minute. Buses, trains and people were on time and people are soooo committed in keeping their time. First time in my life saw a bus stopped while a person was just at the corner of the road, trying to cross the road. "You first please" is the culture that they follow everywhere... Quite an amazing!!! three days i had in tokyo. :) Both technically and non-technically...made some japanese friends... I was lucky enough to explain my demo to a person, who developed the same codec's profile. :)) He was the first guy to whom i gave the demo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day in shinagawa city ;) OOooops It's going to be 11:59pm here... &lt;br /&gt;signing off from tokyo..... he~he~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;written on september 10th 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-8650199153006822467?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8650199153006822467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=8650199153006822467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/8650199153006822467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/8650199153006822467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/3-12-hours-ahead.html' title='3 1/2 hours ahead...'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-5899887496516238113</id><published>2008-08-04T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T05:54:12.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U turn :D</title><content type='html'>How it feels to smell a semester exam after 3years again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put schedule 3 or 4 days before exams about the syllabus to complete, thinking "Oh i should have started reading from semester starting", watching the clocks ticking faster  than normal, cribbing "i didnt study anything today, i simply wasted my time" and sleeping with bigs books by my side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes before the exam room supervisior gave me an answer book. After receiving the book i had lot of columns to fill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name :&lt;br /&gt;Roll. no :&lt;br /&gt;Course No:&lt;br /&gt;Course name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While filling that i felt like going back to college days, some kind of Nostalgic feeling, for which i couldn't find any word to describe about. ;) I drew margins in those white sheets, which is a traditional thing that we do before the exam bell, to save time :D :D :D hehehehe... i was laughing inside... Then I looked around if anyone is feeling the same ;) But many were busy drawing margins, few floding their sheets instead of margins and few mediating with their hands clasped.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back semesters.... with a nervous smile ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-5899887496516238113?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5899887496516238113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=5899887496516238113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/5899887496516238113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/5899887496516238113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/u-turn-d.html' title='U turn :D'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-4042650127834413124</id><published>2008-07-13T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T09:27:37.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to Eat &amp; Reproduce</title><content type='html'>Wireless networks, communication towers, direct to home satellite channels, I-phones, huge building and apartments filling every single square feet and rest with Cars and bikes.... I drive past the same IT building &amp;amp; apartments every day, just to go and sit in an Air conditioned room on the same chair to design algorithms to run a decoder faster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I doing this daily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I should have born as an animal... ;) I just have to find my food and reproduce. Equation would have been very simple, which will be faster than my software algorithm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-4042650127834413124?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4042650127834413124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=4042650127834413124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/4042650127834413124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/4042650127834413124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-eat-reproduce.html' title='to Eat &amp; Reproduce'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-8757887943340679500</id><published>2008-07-11T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T06:39:07.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JULY 11th</title><content type='html'>Most memorable day of my life, it is the same day i joined digibee 3 years ago. I remember writing a mail on july 11th sitting in dgb last year and now i find myself in a whole new place. Here i am to script a new story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i had an oppourtunity to talk to my Japanese Division Head Hasegawa san. And i received 3 good news today.......... hehehehe.... 3years and 3good news WoW!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-8757887943340679500?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8757887943340679500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=8757887943340679500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/8757887943340679500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/8757887943340679500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-11th.html' title='JULY 11th'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-2911566529960215372</id><published>2008-07-07T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:00:12.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeps me alive</title><content type='html'>Joined "SONY" september 26th 2007, after moving from DGB. Every decisions changes our life . Every coin has two sides and my perception on this new place has 2 dimension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found two interesting characters Gagan and Murali, who where a part of a team called "ReCrEaTiOn Team" sending mails about B'day events or for any celebration happening in SONY. Something in those inspired me to later join the group. Challenges are interesting, things which doesn't happen easily KEEPS ME ALIVE.. As apart of "RC team"(RECREATION Team) we were responsible for conducting b'day bash once in a month and organising events. I am learning lot of new things as a part of RC. My college is known for cultural activities but I was a big dumbo there. I never did anything other than watching those shows sliently. ;) Fun part of me came to life in RC team :))...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side, I miss the friendly atomsphere of DGB. I worked with friends in DGB but here in SONY I work with colleagues ;)... And that's the way it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-2911566529960215372?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2911566529960215372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=2911566529960215372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/2911566529960215372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/2911566529960215372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2008/07/keeps-me-alive.html' title='Keeps me alive'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-8637497918801787481</id><published>2008-02-04T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T04:41:21.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do we?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we don't say what we mean to.&lt;br /&gt;Unless we say, it would be read different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-8637497918801787481?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8637497918801787481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=8637497918801787481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/8637497918801787481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/8637497918801787481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-we.html' title='Do we?'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-2316610962357116179</id><published>2007-11-22T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T01:08:20.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Digital Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/R0VG5TDFhnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cp1pLlKqpjs/s1600-h/Autumn_natura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/R0VG5TDFhnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cp1pLlKqpjs/s320/Autumn_natura.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135588900265625202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things we have forgotten in the middle of busy work. The age where everything has become virtual, even the dreams would someday go digital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a wallpaper today, dreamt of sitting beside the first tree, throwing some stones on the pond and listening to songs of nature…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-2316610962357116179?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2316610962357116179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=2316610962357116179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/2316610962357116179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/8058489371091141080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/8058489371091141080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-of-favourite-clips.html' title='One of favourite clip...'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-7743710664477718178</id><published>2007-08-11T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T05:25:27.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slideshare</title><content type='html'>Came across a cool community, which allows you to share your slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for materials on RTOS and i got this from them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://s3.amazonaws.com/slideshare/ssplayer.swf?id=64300&amp;doc=rtos-concepts2625" height="348" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://s3.amazonaws.com/slideshare/ssplayer.swf?id=64300&amp;amp;doc=rtos-concepts2625"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some slides to make you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://s3.amazonaws.com/slideshare/ssplayer.swf?id=21851&amp;doc=thoughts-for-life-13004" width="425" height="348"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://s3.amazonaws.com/slideshare/ssplayer.swf?id=21851&amp;doc=thoughts-for-life-13004" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if your Biology teacher in ur 5th std has presented this slides, it would have been lot simpler... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://s3.amazonaws.com/slideshare/ssplayer.swf?id=29123&amp;doc=topic-1-what-is-biology-14417" width="425" height="348"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://s3.amazonaws.com/slideshare/ssplayer.swf?id=29123&amp;doc=topic-1-what-is-biology-14417" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLIDES MAKE THINGS SIMPLER..... HAPPY SHARING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-7743710664477718178?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7743710664477718178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=7743710664477718178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/7743710664477718178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/7743710664477718178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2007/08/slideshare.html' title='Slideshare'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-8560799328415239214</id><published>2007-07-12T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T02:22:30.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my Dear ones in Digibee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RpXyrpXLK9I/AAAAAAAAADE/zJLWHA_SBFI/s1600-h/DSC00233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RpXyrpXLK9I/AAAAAAAAADE/zJLWHA_SBFI/s320/DSC00233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086238185836194770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 11th 2005, the day i met you all. These two pleasant years will be  in my memory for ever. My greatest pal Athreya, who had been my team  mate for more than a year and a half . I just enjoyed every moment of   his company, as a great friend, team mate and now as my room mate. My  most favorite Prof, I just love calling you "professor"....  and also i  enjoy when u call me"Worst fellow". And I love troubling, cracking jokes  and playing with you and still I don't know why. Ever smiling Shinoj,  The DMA specialist haha... I will remember your soft voice and how u  bluff barani. Some times when i look at the chair behind me, i feel  missing u. The funniest Pradeepreddy....................................  my partner while doing FIR filter in training session and even Prof was  with us, scaring us both using malloc, calloc, dsp_buff, data_buff..  First guy to write code directly in integrated version and your  optimised code matching complier generated code(i know how trickily you  copy the complier generated code and put it in your workspace  )... Hey  reddy your snacks are still here in your place, you can take it when  ever you want.... The most helpful Sumalatha, she was there when i had  SCARY cod_amr to code, helping me to fix my bug. I was under lot of  pressure while coding that, your presence at that time was invaluable...  I simply admire your patience and dedication to work.... Acrobate Reader  (satish prabu) highly talented and self motivated guy. Mostly i have  seen him reading through some IEEE papers. Has a lot of knowledge on  speech and mathematics. Thanks for all the advices that you gave me  buddy... i am very grateful..... Deepa, we had our written test on the  same day and i know her from then. We both like teasing each other...  For the past two days deepa is in great form. &lt;span class="moz-smiley-s1"&gt;&lt;span&gt; :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   Very clever when it  comes to managing things. She knows how to get things done easily, i  should learn that from you. Swaminathan calm and silent candidate, When  ever i logging in LAN messenger, he would log out.. hahahaha... &lt;span class="moz-smiley-s5"&gt;&lt;span&gt; :-D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ....  Mr.Pokiri pongal.... matching dress, nice shoes trade mark for him...  Great dancer and very bad singer hahaha... Baby boi(palani), hmmmm....  what ever you want to know about company, you can ask him. He ll have  all the latest news of the company. Harris, my current project mate,  there is one common feature between us, can u guess? lol... Last but not  the least............................. The one and only DR. Debugger  Dinesh, instead of reporting me to fix the bug in my module, he would  fix and tell me what the bug is... A guy with lot of patience and  concentration. Certainly i have to learn how to sit in a place for hours  and work. Still amazes me how fast you can fix a bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now to my Great Gurus.... Kadhir sir and prakash sir, I know how  much effort you have put in all of us, thanks a million. So much we  learned from you. you both are our role models at work.&lt;br /&gt;My friendly TL, Selvaraj sir, he knows my strength and weakness better  than me. He had given me lot of  freedom at work, which gave me a  opportunity to think and implement different designs. Thank you sir. and  sorry for all late submissions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very thankful to all. All your presence has made a big difference  in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-8560799328415239214?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8560799328415239214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=8560799328415239214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/8560799328415239214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/8560799328415239214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-my-dear-ones-in-digibee.html' title='To my Dear ones in Digibee'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RpXyrpXLK9I/AAAAAAAAADE/zJLWHA_SBFI/s72-c/DSC00233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-3175496534225516335</id><published>2007-04-29T22:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T22:56:13.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What it takes?</title><content type='html'>The Pursuit for ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal in life, few reach it, few don't. But the pursuit is the one, which gives the meaning for our lives, doesn't matter whether we reach or it. I feel that a journey is always sweeter than the destination.  After finishing the college, memory and happiness of getting our degree certificate stayed for a while but the time i had in college, those days of ragging, when i asked to act like i was catching a hen, brings smile in my face, whenever i think about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mild chances are the one i like the most, that's why I still hanging to my MS dream. The thrill of exam fear and things going outrageously out of schedule are the things I got back after one year through GRE. Not much was needed for toefl, thanks to Bosco and hari, they helped me with examination tips. My test center was EVERON, near sterling road. EEEEE....... the fear of the speaking section made me sleepless on the night before the exam. Woke up at six and went to the terrace and sat for an hour, thinking not to think about it...... lol. Went 3 hours before the scheduled timing, had a orange juice and a sandwich, still the fear of speaking section was troubling my stomach. Went to the center, no wonder I was the first to be there for the test.. he ~he... had to wait for couple of long hours. Hmmmmm..... that speaking section.. aiyoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the formalities before the exam got over, we were made to sit infront of the pc. There was some microphone sound level adjustment to be done, for which we need to speak in the mic, so that it will get adjusted to our voice level. A small video popped up and said to talk till a beep sound comes and told to "Describe about your city ". U know what i did, i kept saying "Describe about your city, Describe about your city". In a short while I realized, what i am doing. I know what I am doing something stupid, i continued doing that... Some how it got set. It was long long reading section, it went on for hours followed by listening section. Exhausted, knowing that the next section would be the scariest speaking section after a short break, tried to say hi without others hearing it... Words hardly came out of my mouth. Some how i managed to complete that section with whatever i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing toefl, took my bike and headed to my house little faster than my usual, hearing honda engine sail smooth through the lane... The moment of Bliss....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-3175496534225516335?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3175496534225516335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=3175496534225516335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/3175496534225516335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/3175496534225516335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-it-takes_29.html' title='What it takes?'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-2206743432951175881</id><published>2007-01-10T22:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:56:31.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Though the World spins faster.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RaXeCb0899I/AAAAAAAAACg/dW2UPF8g1Ho/s1600-h/27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RaXeCb0899I/AAAAAAAAACg/dW2UPF8g1Ho/s320/27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018661493185247186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though the world spins faster, we will always find some hearts to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how nature keep placing us in new environment and people. All the people who we came across would define, who we are today. So many friends we have made and so many we miss. Even before the feeling of missing someone subsides, nature gives us a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billions of souls on Earth, we will never run short of hearts to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-2206743432951175881?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2206743432951175881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=2206743432951175881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/2206743432951175881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/2206743432951175881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2007/01/though-world-spins-faster.html' title='Though the World spins faster.....'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RaXeCb0899I/AAAAAAAAACg/dW2UPF8g1Ho/s72-c/27.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-352974009845631452</id><published>2007-01-09T22:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T23:08:44.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Eyed peas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RaSJ0r0893I/AAAAAAAAABM/sDaUzUgSsfc/s1600-h/1766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RaSJ0r0893I/AAAAAAAAABM/sDaUzUgSsfc/s320/1766.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018287423008601970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Crazy band with lot of energy and funny videos. Started loving Hip-hop after watching them. Its amazing how Fergie stays fit like that even in her 30's. Ooops those flat  abs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RaSKaL0894I/AAAAAAAAABk/PKIu559h38s/s1600-h/kewl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0 10px 10px 0; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RaSKaL0894I/AAAAAAAAABk/PKIu559h38s/s320/kewl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018288067253696386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u haven't seen them........ CHECK IT OUT.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RaSQM70898I/AAAAAAAAACU/LwaUWH7_C5A/s1600-h/bigones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RaSQM70898I/AAAAAAAAACU/LwaUWH7_C5A/s320/bigones.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018294436690196418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RaSL0L0897I/AAAAAAAAAB8/xPTWgXi2IyE/s1600-h/black-eyed-peas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RaSL0L0897I/AAAAAAAAAB8/xPTWgXi2IyE/s320/black-eyed-peas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018289613441922994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-352974009845631452?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/352974009845631452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=352974009845631452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/352974009845631452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/352974009845631452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2007/01/black-eyed-peas.html' title='Black Eyed peas...'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RaSJ0r0893I/AAAAAAAAABM/sDaUzUgSsfc/s72-c/1766.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-5655849165355084555</id><published>2007-01-08T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T22:23:16.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 days to go..... still i'm playing</title><content type='html'>Scheduled my GRE on Feb 5th '07, hardly few pages in barrons got over... I dont know why, whenever exams comes I tend to get lot of plans for going out. ;) Is it because my tendency to relax or something to do with holy words like "Dedication, Commitment". Wish I could manage atleast some decent score... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have made lots of plans after Feb 5th  &lt;br /&gt;First trip to Coorg, animation class, planning to join dance class(hope i get a pair 2 do Salsa), probably learn mouthorgan too.... lol........ , hmmmm then !!!!  yeahhhhhhh freak out with my NEW UNICORN, BLACKKKKKKKKKKKK..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! i ll get back to study... he~he.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-5655849165355084555?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5655849165355084555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=5655849165355084555' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/5655849165355084555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/5655849165355084555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2007/01/24-days-to-go-still-im-playing.html' title='24 days to go..... still i&apos;m playing'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-1779800728264696031</id><published>2007-01-02T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T21:04:28.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A different perception</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RZs34QW1apI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MnSx61OBxNg/s1600-h/invert.2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RZs34QW1apI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MnSx61OBxNg/s320/invert.2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015664049610123922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything looks the way we perceive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-1779800728264696031?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1779800728264696031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=1779800728264696031' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/1779800728264696031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/1779800728264696031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2007/01/different-perception.html' title='A different perception'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RZs34QW1apI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MnSx61OBxNg/s72-c/invert.2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-66569790842750642</id><published>2006-12-28T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T03:37:13.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile + Fun = Happiness (100%)</title><content type='html'>Welcome 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RZZNfqQj5fI/AAAAAAAAACM/-G5u56i_H98/s1600-h/madan_monkey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RZZNfqQj5fI/AAAAAAAAACM/-G5u56i_H98/s400/madan_monkey2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014280441438660082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried the same Monkey smile in front of the mirror, not much difference. I learned  that i am a good immitator. :) My new year resolution is to immitate daily ha ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what life throws at us, I wish everyone will have lot of fun and keeping smiling like our Cute Monkey fren...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-66569790842750642?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/66569790842750642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=66569790842750642' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/66569790842750642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/66569790842750642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2006/12/smile-fun-happiness-100.html' title='Smile + Fun = Happiness (100%)'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RZZNfqQj5fI/AAAAAAAAACM/-G5u56i_H98/s72-c/madan_monkey2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-3052758156905808729</id><published>2006-12-21T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T21:20:32.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish I wish, wish a christmas wish..... wish i wish.... A Christmas Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RYtq8qQj5eI/AAAAAAAAACA/u7WziAzfGcQ/s1600-h/sant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RYtq8qQj5eI/AAAAAAAAACA/u7WziAzfGcQ/s400/sant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011216600748254690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-3052758156905808729?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3052758156905808729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=3052758156905808729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/3052758156905808729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/3052758156905808729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2006/12/wish-i-wish-wish-chirstmas-wish-wish-i.html' title='Wish I wish, wish a christmas wish..... wish i wish.... A Christmas Wish'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RYtq8qQj5eI/AAAAAAAAACA/u7WziAzfGcQ/s72-c/sant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-82001378005743305</id><published>2006-12-11T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T02:17:45.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got nothing to do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RYpe26Qj5bI/AAAAAAAAABg/vjwQcq71Z4M/s1600-h/carefree20.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RYpe26Qj5bI/AAAAAAAAABg/vjwQcq71Z4M/s400/carefree20.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010921832847762866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-82001378005743305?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/82001378005743305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=82001378005743305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/82001378005743305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/82001378005743305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='I got nothing to do...'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/RYpe26Qj5bI/AAAAAAAAABg/vjwQcq71Z4M/s72-c/carefree20.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-116410333500384665</id><published>2006-11-21T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T02:02:15.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My monitor......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/Deanger.2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/320/Deanger.2.png" 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/19562940-116410333500384665?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116410333500384665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=116410333500384665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/116410333500384665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/116410333500384665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-monitor.html' title='My monitor......'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-116368669036941071</id><published>2006-11-16T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T04:42:45.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's day</title><content type='html'>"Whatever exists in physical world is someone's dream. The rate at which your dreams comes true gives you power in life."- Ramesh, Baseline Technologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was yet another dream day for me, which i love to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sunday, 15th October, 2006.  Raghu, Ramya, Baranidharan, Razia, Sugeeth, Selvaraj(My TL), Deepa, Sivakumar, Swaminathan, Krithika, Deepak and Myself went to "Children home of hope". Raghu and I have have been there before but for the rest of them, its the first time. We walked in and i found lots of cute, innocent, smiling faces,same as ever. It was beautiful to watch hundreds of children giving warm smiles while receiving you. They remembered Raghu's and my name very well... :) All the kids were made to sit in big hall &amp; I introduced all my friends to them. They were clapping their hands for everyone introduced in the front. We asked them if someone can dance. Everyone started shouting pointing their hands to two girls. We heared from others that those two girls are very good bharathanatyam dancer. They came upfront and we all went and sat with the kids. Some kids cleared some space near them and asked me to sit next to them. Before i went and sat over there and was pulled by other group of kids, asking me to sit next to them. It was touching, when i heard so many kids bekoning me to sit beside them. The girls came to dance in front and the headmiss turned ON the music system. It was nice to see them dance so well. We thoroughly enjoyed watching them dance. They inspired me to try out some steps too. :) We learned and danced two steps with them. I knew it would be crazy, anyways tried to. ;) My dream came true ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/mainhall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/320/mainhall.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;Picture was taken in the main hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/320/dance.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/smiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/320/smiles.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;b&gt;That's Precious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and everyone was surrounded by kids, telling us some stories or asking riddles or teaching us some games. They entertained us more than what we tried doing. It was a week before Diwali, we planned to give them dresses for diwali. We were able to give 20 frocks with the fund that we collected. Ramya and Razia took the responsibility of getting the dresses from Tnagar. Selecting that many dresses that too a week before in crowdy Tnagar shops is no joke. I like to acknowledge for the involvement and commitement they have shown. Thanks a lot Ramya and Razia. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/amyaRaziaNkrithi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/320/amyaRaziaNkrithi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;b&gt;Do you know the name of the game?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/doubles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/320/doubles.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;b&gt;Ramya, Ramya, Razia, Razia, Krithika, Krithika and krithika&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the girls started playing Kho- Kho, Hide and Seek, Kabadi and other games, we boys played football. I last played them when i was in 7th standard, 10years before. We all had a wonderful chance to relive old days again. In our school more than we hit the football, we used to kick each other's legs and take the football away from them. ;) I decided not to try that now ha ha ha ha ha...... Expect Swaminathan none of us were able to run for a long time. It showed us our execellent fitness status :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/shivaNswami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/320/shivaNswami.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;b&gt;Swami and Shivakumar with kids&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/320/football.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;b&gt;Yippeeeee........&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/superStars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/320/superStars.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;b&gt;Future SuperStars :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/yooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/320/yooo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;b&gt;We are having fun....... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Raghu's photography ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were tired playing, we switched to singing. Non stop fun. One of girl, who danced is a good singer too. She sung a devotional song for us, a multi-talented girl and she tops in her class too. As she was singing, i drew her picture and gave her. She was so happy seeing her picture, though it wasnt that great. Oh i forgot to tell about one awesome guy Barani, who entertained children by singing songs. Barani was singing and dancing "Dilamo dilamo " song .Kids just loved him :). We also joined the party and enjoyed with Barani. Followed by Deepak's mimicry show. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/TheThree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/320/TheThree.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;b&gt;Helloooo....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/thatswatVrfor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/320/thatswatVrfor.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;b&gt;That's wat we stand for &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/DeWholeTeam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/320/DeWholeTeam.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;b&gt;The Ever growing Team(Our Second visit)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/FirstTeam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/320/FirstTeam.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;b&gt;Our first visit to udhavum karangal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/cutie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/320/cutie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;b&gt;Happy Children's Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purpose of sharing our experience is to inspire more groups like us to arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few philanthropists run this home. Most of the children here complete their +2 and depend on sponsors for their higher education, which many might not get. And they are not aware of the kind of opportunities available outside. All are forced to take courses, which are easily affordable and not based on their interest and talent. They can only take course like nursing, tailoring, b.com and we don’t know how many scientists, engineers, pilots, doctors, IAS are going undiscovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the case of many orphanages in India. It is possible for us to make a difference in their life. Shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this post to Cha-Cha Nehru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with luv&lt;br /&gt;Madan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-116368669036941071?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116368669036941071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=116368669036941071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/116368669036941071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/116368669036941071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/whatever-exists-in-physical-world-is.html' title='Children&apos;s day'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-116316114407430799</id><published>2006-11-10T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T04:19:04.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If i was 17years younger, how will i draw?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/lorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/320/lorry.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/mybike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/320/mybike.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;Went back.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen i was young i used to draw indian flag on anything that i draw.... i did the same:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-116316114407430799?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116316114407430799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=116316114407430799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/116316114407430799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/116316114407430799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-i-was-17years-younger-how-will-i.html' title='If i was 17years younger, how will i draw?'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-116297059658899920</id><published>2006-11-07T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T23:23:16.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kittu.... Born on Nov 8th, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/kittu3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/400/kittu3.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's kittu... Naughty, Careless, lazy, confuses himself and people around him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-116297059658899920?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116297059658899920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=116297059658899920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/116297059658899920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/116297059658899920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/kittu-born-on-nov-8th-2006.html' title='Kittu.... Born on Nov 8th, 2006'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-116287550950656469</id><published>2006-11-06T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:09:39.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paid Rs 3053 for my laziness</title><content type='html'>Our finance officer for our company asked us to submit our Income Tax-Declaration before 31st October. Deadlines never bothered me much. I took it easily and didnt submit mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Nov 2nd, another mail came from the same guy which says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear All :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to inform you all that salary will be credited to your account latest by 4th Nov 2006, and if possible, by tomorrow evening itself. Also please note that TDS has been computed based on IT declarations submitted by you, and in the absence of any declaration, tax has been computed without considering any exemptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &amp; Regards, &lt;br /&gt;xyz&lt;br /&gt;CFO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew reading this mail i am done for this month. In 10 minutes i prepared my IT-Declaration and submitted it. A reply came from CFO saying that I hav submit that to his subordinates and not to him. Then i got his subordinates mail id and submitted it again. After few minutes i got my salary slip.......... OMG!!!!!!!! OMG!!!!!!!! I am screwedddd...................................... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i sent this in vain..... lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Balachandra,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have submitted my TAX today morning only. I have got my pay slip now. It says my IT-TDS for this month is 3,053Rs. I dont understand how this is done. Kindly help. Since I  have submitted my IT-Declaration late, i understood that my TAX for this month is high. Will the excess TAX be refunded in the next month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologizes for sending the IT-Declaration late, but i like to know is there any way that my IT-Declaration will be considered for this month itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Madan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ha ha............... ;)&lt;br /&gt;where is my MASTER CARD?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-116287550950656469?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116287550950656469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=116287550950656469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/116287550950656469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/116287550950656469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/paid-rs-3053-for-my-laziness.html' title='Paid Rs 3053 for my laziness'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-116281417863072057</id><published>2006-11-06T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T03:56:18.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am going to Hell.... Who's coming with me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to &lt;i&gt;the First Level of Hell - Limbo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-116281417863072057?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116281417863072057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=116281417863072057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/116281417863072057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/116281417863072057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/am-going-to-hell-whos-coming-with-me.html' title='Am going to Hell.... Who&apos;s coming with me?'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-116237325287427967</id><published>2006-10-31T22:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T21:01:50.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My digital Baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/x.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/320/x.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3months, I started painting my digital Baby again.... Think he is feeling cold, with rain in chennai. So he gets a yellow blanket :) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He was in my first blog too.. u can see his growth in 3months he~he~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-116237325287427967?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116237325287427967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=116237325287427967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/116237325287427967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/116237325287427967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-digital-baby_31.html' title='My digital Baby...'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-116227705840370546</id><published>2006-10-30T21:45:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:44:18.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to Chidambaram, Finance Minister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/chidambaram.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/200/chidambaram.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[plz add From and To] &lt;br /&gt;Respected sir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not taxable last year, since I was below the taxable limit.  But this year I sadly fall above the limit. Though my salary is above the limit but my bank balance is NIL, means NO SAVING till date;). But i heard that if we save, the saved amount won't be taxable. I dont understand the logic behind the system, if someone has enough money spend and then save for his future but he is not taxed. And someone who cant meet his crazy expenses, for a spendthrift like me, he is taxed for his NIL balance. I have to swip my credit card to pay my TAX. Oh! sh** even that comes under TAX.. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur friendly, &lt;br /&gt;TAX payer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral: SAVE some money ;) Dont b like me he~he...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-116227705840370546?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116227705840370546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=116227705840370546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/116227705840370546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/116227705840370546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/letter-to-chidambaram-fina_116227705840370546.html' title='A letter to Chidambaram, Finance Minister'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-116194351505137570</id><published>2006-10-27T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T06:30:38.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The call</title><content type='html'>Reliance India Mobile.... Pretty name :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad got me a mobile, a year n half back. I dont believe in luck and numerology but  i got many amazing news through it. My first job offer, the first flirt, the first research offer and my phone book is full now. :))) It connected me to my loved ones. Though I stay 333km away from my home, the technology still kept us connected. I talk in a slow phase and with a low voice, my college friends used to tease me for this. It was fun to get teased, i love it he~he... Every parent would love to hear from their son, my parents do the same. Calls can extend more than 30 minutes sometimes. My LG2330 will make my ears warm, he's jealous... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do someone calls us? &lt;br /&gt;Answer - They like to talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There could be many other answers too.... some would be funny, some would be crazy, some would make u wonder. &lt;br /&gt;Truth is none can be clear of what his/her answer is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a call, which i would never forget in my life time. It came from a little girl called Kirthika. Let me give a back ground of her. She lives in an orphanage called "Children home of hope". When i went there 2 days before the day i got the call. I was talking to little girls, each one was asking riddles, telling stories, smiling, then i found a girl, probably around 11 years old, standing 4 to 5 feet away from us, near a iron bar and looking at us. I looked at her and asked her to why you standing alone and told her to join us. The girl near me said that she will be always alone. For the rest of 1 hour i stayed there, she was wid me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was the one who called me. She called and said "Naan kirthika anna. yappadi errukigha anna"("I am kirthika. How are you, bro?"). It was a voice of a little girl, in seconds i realished it was her and i was shocked, thrilled, happy..... The moment of Bliss. She spoke for some seconds, i heard some beap at the back ground and after seconds the call ended. Then i realised that she was calling from a 1Rupee telephone booth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/kirthika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/320/kirthika.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;Why do someone call us? &lt;br /&gt;Now I got the answer........ :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-116194351505137570?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116194351505137570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=116194351505137570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/116194351505137570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/116194351505137570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/call.html' title='The call'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-116192533631082654</id><published>2006-10-26T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:37:59.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of thousand Kisses :))).... A trip to God's own country</title><content type='html'>Before starting, I whole-heartely thank Rahul and Deepak of VLSI team, digibee microsystems, without them this blog carries no weight.  Rahul is from Kerala, is one of our collegue in Digibee. Got a big mustache, like most of the malu guys and a beautiful smile(If I was a girl I would have described more he~he~). Throughout the trip, things were well organised and smartly planned, his brilliance lied in the fact that no one would have felt that he is organising the trip. But all the work was done in the back ground. Deepak, the gigantic figure in digibee. I always have wondered, how he possesses so much knowledge in many fields ranging from Sakura, cherry blossoms, which happens in Japan to Share trading. And a member of a social welfare organisation called "DIYA". He is not only big by looks, he is even bigger than his looks:-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome you all to munnar trip.&lt;br /&gt;Left our office at 3pm for 4:15pm train to Ernakulam. As usual my team-mate office late comer, Dinesh was late to the station too :-) . Totally 27 were there in the trip apart from Digibee friends, friends of Barani, Athreya and brother of Dhanasekaran joined us. I don't know if its a tradition of all the college and others trips start with Anthakshari, we did with the same. And there will be a funny Bhakra for a trip, he was none other than Mr.Balaiya(Karthik Balan). He had been the biggest comedian thoroughout the trip, his character was quite similiar to Tamil movie comedian Vadivelu. He was the total source of all our entertainment throughout the trip. Another interesting fellow is our Thopi kumaru, who falls into his own trap. ok, I will tell you one Thopi kumaru marked jokes. Four of my collegues were walking down the lane, near cochin harbour and Thopi kumar was walking in the front. A smart and fair guy approached Thopi kumar and said "Hello sir, I am from Tata indicom" and he continued... Thopi kumar interrupted him suddenly and said "Sorry sir, I dont know malyalam". lol. There's a DVD player joke of his too. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/Beautyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/400/Beautyy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached Ernakulam it was 3pm approximately, there was rain to welcome us. I never been to kerala, it was my first time. There was a chill air around and just out side the station there was beautiful huge tree, i guess its a baniyan tree, which was really huge. All our eyes were rolling around to find elimpse of beautiful mallu girls. We found one in station booking counter... he he.. cute face.. :) I knew, we all are going to have a great time in beautiful kerala.. :-) A bus was already arranged for us by Rahul, which is gonna take us to all the places in Munnar for the next two days. It was early morning around 5am, I could barely see the houses and trees outside with street lights.  Each and every house had so much trees and plants around, unlike my chennai city. They are generous to give space to nature and take 25% for them in their land. They love nature and conserve them. I found even some compound walls had some plants growing over them. Roughly around 6:45am I was able to get a clear picture of the beautiful world, it was green, green and green everywhere. Just couldn't see any other colour. My love towards green took a peak. Most attractive part about Munnar, which is still in my eyes is the foot stairs that i found in houses. Foot stairs were grey in colour, covered with a very very thin layer of green plants growing over them. The blend of grey and green was so attractive, it gave an aritistic look infront of many houses and churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 8am in the morning the bus stopped and we saw a waterfall. It was beautiful to look at and felt that it can be even lovely to feel them. I wanted to play in that, and I had no concerns to about my tshirt and pant getting wet, well anyway its good to take a bath early morning he~he~. I called up my friend Barani and asked him whether he likes to play in the waterfall too. He  loved too. We both climbed up some rocks, slowly moved near the water fall, took our hands forward and collected water in our hands. Then we slowly moved forward and in few seconds all our clothes got completely wet. It was funny and crazy. Later some of my other colleagues joined too Rahul, Deepak, Karthik Mohan, Murali, Thopi kumar, Balaiya, Aravind, Adithiya, Vinoth kumar and Ayyapa. Then we all came down and took some snaps. I wanted some more play in the waterfall again so I called up my buddy again. Asked him for once more. Again we went, played in the falls and at a point we both started shevering,  i loved shevering too  :-) . Because I know it's very rare feeling, which wont happen in Chennai. We moved down and some more photo sessions was happening. We had to stay in the same wet cloth for another 3 hours, till we reached our room in Munnar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/love_it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/400/love_it.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahul on the extreme right, special thanks to u dude :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found many waterfalls and water flowing over through the rocks. Amazing site to watch, with beautiful mountain top covered with tea estates. Fog kissing the mountain tops. There wasn't a patch of soil, which is visible, because there will some plant covering it up. The newly grown leaves gave the most attractive light green. And the rain gives a pure look by washing it up daily, finishing touch given by The Master himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Green Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/TheGreenLake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/400/TheGreenLake.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;In the Bus, Balaiya and Barani started dancing. We had a good music system in the bus, which gave more fun. Both Balaiya and Barani are excellent natural dancers, full of expressions and good singers too. I always wanted to dance but i never did cause I thought that I would look stupid if  i do my stupid steps. I had the chance to knock my fever and shyness down and go crazy. I stood infront of Balaiya, I was damn nervous to be there, then i did wat ever steps Balaiya and Barani were doing. I learned a lot from them, their beautiful expressions, liveliness. Everything in them touched me. Day 1 dancing was imitating them. Day 2, I started creating my own funny steps, since there was no girls in the bus we should pair up with other guys and dance for duet songs. We pulled almost everyone to dance, though many resisted at the start, become lively and started joining their own dance. Most our time in the bus went in dancing and shouting at the buses crossing us( if the bus crossing had some girls in it our decibels will increase further more ha ha ha). Athreya was capturing video throughout the trip while deepak, Karthik, Ravi kiran, Rahul were capturing pictures. All their work had helped to capture our happiness in a digital form, which would stay forever with our pleasant memories of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blend of Organic and Digital memory he~he~............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/groupNearWaterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/400/groupNearWaterfall.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;Ammmaaa thaai aaaaaa....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/ammaaa_thai_aaaa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/400/ammaaa_thai_aaaa1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/Return.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/400/Return.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the trip, we got a company of a humble lover, who is the soul reason for the beautiful Munnar. Her touch was so gentle like a feather touching my body. In Munnar she takes a pleasant form, she wont pour heavily on u. But she will have a constant drizzle, which is gentle and giving you the joy of thousand kisses. :-)))) If she pours heavily, dont mistake, she is happy meeting you and thats her way of hugging you.  he~he~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain Rain, come again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urs Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Mad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-116192533631082654?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116192533631082654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=116192533631082654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/116192533631082654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/116192533631082654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/joy-of-thousand-kisses-trip-to-gods.html' title='Joy of thousand Kisses :))).... A trip to God&apos;s own country'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-115821311351809505</id><published>2006-09-13T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T22:56:31.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De happiest day of my life part1...</title><content type='html'>Love and Joy...&lt;br /&gt;Sep 10th, 2006 started off with search of something, which we felt is missing in our life. And a feeling that we are going to contributing something very small to kids. My collegue Raghu, Ravi, Raghu's roommate Sekar, Suneel and I planned to go to a place, where we have never accessed before, expect for my collegues Raghu and Ravi. Each and every person, we meet throught the day had a great impact on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raghu and I went to a store in Tnagar for buying some notebooks and pens. First store we went was little costly. Thank God, my mentality of getting things in the first shop was revised by my friend Raghu. He told me that we can check in the next shop. In the other shop, where we found a humble couple, who were in their 60's but still looking glorious and energetic with their sweet smile, which gave the much needed energy booster for us. We asked for 40 notebooks and 100pens to them and also informed them that these things goes to orphan kids. Oldman, who first said that the price of each notebook was 12Rs, came down to 10Rs. And added that 2Rs for each notebook is his contribution to them. Generosity of the old man in that small shop made us understand the willingness of common people towards a good cause. Packed all the books in a big travel bag and run towards the bus, which already started moving. Fortunately the traffic signal turned RED and it was showing 39 seconds, i walked slowly towards the Thiruverkadhu bus and boarded it, where Suneel, Ravi and Sekar were waiting for us to board. Shortly Raghu joined too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took almost 2 hours for us to reach the place. On the way we saw one orphanage named "Children's home of hope", which looked like a place, where it was not funded much. Raghu said that we can visit this place too after we finish our work in udavam karaghal(Helping hands). I also felt that this is the place, where we have our work. :-) Reached Thiruverkadu, where Raghu's friends from Ramachandra college Divya and her friends Swapna and Sushimiti joined. We had the whole team together in thiruverkadu.... Let me introduce each one of us. Raghu, one of my close friend, had done his M.Tech in Andhra and currently working with me. A great guy to be with. We were the two freaks in our company. Our talk will be generally or mostly on girls, girls and girls. It always been an hot and interesting topic for us to discuss. We also shared our willingness to contribute towards children's welfare. Though our discussion on this wasn't as long compared to THE usual topic, it was strong enough for us to move on. Ravi did his B.Tech in tirupati university, who also works with us and already funding two kids for their education. Little shy towards girls.. he~he~. Suneel, a brilliant guy, who does little talking. Doing is Bio-Tech in IIT-Madras. He is a genious and a humble guy. Sekar the funiest of all with a animated face and very very humorous. Divya, Raghu's friend who's doing her Physio in Ramachandra college. The biggest freak in our group, a open mind to accept things and a coolest version of naughty girls. Swapna, Divya's classmate more than 6foot tall, a malayali by birth and only she doesnt understand telugu in our group. Sushmiti, Divya's classmate too, calm and quite. The extact opposite of Divya. And I am Madan working for digibee microsystem. A very shy guy turned into a flirt. A stingy Salem version and a kinda introvert. A painter and does research part time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all moved into udavam karaghal with little uncertainity of what we going to do there. We went in and talked with person in main building and told them that we like to meet and interact with kids there. She accepted our request and brought the kids from 1st floor to a room in ground floor. We didnt had any plans of what we going to do there. But we all slowly moved in, uncertain of their response. We all said a HI to everyone. There was around 100 beautiful, energetic kids in the room,  each and every face was filled with pure smile, which just took our heart away. Kids there were mostly doing their 3rd to 4th standard. We all mingled with kids and each one took a certain group of kids. I went near a group of girls ,kneeled down and introduced myself. Then asked their name, class, who they want to be and some chit chat. There will be 5 teachers, 1 doctor and 3 nurses in the group. But no engineers expect me. Now i feel all the three fields, which they have choosen to be, will definetely impact other life for good. Well software engineers like me will hop companies, trying to increase their salary. And looking for onsite chances. Good! there are wiser than a 23 year old. Raghu, Suneel, Ravi, Sekar, Swapna and Divya had their groups and interacting with the kids. By the way, among the seven only me and Swapna know to speak in tamil. Rest of them used their expressions to talk with them. A small girl named, Anitha asked me  whether i could play with them. After my yes they quickly sat in a small circle, each one keeping their hands over the other. Divya joined our circle too in a while. We all become one among them, living our dreams to be a child again. All the other five too were playing with the kids too. I lifted a boy and another boy came asking me to lift him too. Then i found many coming around asking to lift them. It was the same happening for rest of my friends too. I saw Ravi, Suneel, Sekar swinging the kids in a circle holding their arms and by rotating himself. Many were around them each one us waiting for their turn. We also gave chocolates, some kids refused to take more than 1. They weren't interested about the chocolates that we gave to them But they were happy playing with us and sitting in our lap. The experience was the same each and everyone of us. All they needed is love and affection more than chocolates and pens that we distributed. We went to give some thing and they gave us love and joy, which we felt there is no means to repay back. They were far more gracious than us and richer by soul. We made to do a bit of introduction and express their story telling and singing ability. Amazed to see that were fighting to come first and express their ability. I found a little Madan over there. :-) We took some pictures with them and it was hard to say a bye to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TheRealSmiles ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/TheSmiles.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/320/TheSmiles.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-115821311351809505?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115821311351809505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=115821311351809505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/115821311351809505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/115821311351809505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/de-happiest-day-of-my-life-part1.html' title='De happiest day of my life part1...'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19562940.post-113369466098169481</id><published>2005-12-04T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T05:46:09.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/1600/facial2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/1938/400/facial2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:verdana;" &gt;hello ppl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my first blog. Dont have much to say. So just put my painting to express myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;will b back soon... may b with a better one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19562940-113369466098169481?l=crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/113369466098169481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19562940&amp;postID=113369466098169481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/113369466098169481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19562940/posts/default/113369466098169481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyindiandreams.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-first-blog.html' title='My first blog'/><author><name>LiveMyDreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412179350954795069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QO9OgPNCCns/TBW_lrhFEzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ihrlp4ShvdY/S220/Mad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
