<?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-8522169851150190827</id><updated>2011-12-25T01:58:06.319-08:00</updated><category term='Backstage'/><category term='Milan 08'/><category term='Event management'/><title type='text'>Thoughts into Words...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-3337003156186662877</id><published>2011-12-25T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T01:58:06.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for new resolutions.. :)</title><content type='html'>Huh I have become very much active on my blog suddenly! :) M so glad about it ;) I have reasons to count to this happiness you see ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life, I could complete 80% of my resolutions for the year 2011. WoW! What a greatness :D :D Self praising :P Last year 30th December, myself and my roomies recoreded our resolutions over phone. :) n to our wonder so many things have changed over an year. two of us could follow what we did, one of us did the total opposite of it and one of us did nothing about it :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n Now this year's celebration on 31st December is gonna be with my roomies. Would love to play that recording again and listen to it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm coming to 2012's resolutions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Would love to buy a diary and start writing good things about the day-to-day activities and my dreams in it&lt;br /&gt;2. Would like to join gym, music/dance/instrumental classes as I get lottsa time for myself&lt;br /&gt;3. Will never speak anything -ve about anyone whatsoever!&lt;br /&gt;4. Will speak politely and with patience and never shout at anyone at any cost&lt;br /&gt;5. I will concentrate much more on my work and try to achieve a name and recognition&lt;br /&gt;6. Gotta buy an SLR and improve my photography skills&lt;br /&gt;7. Need to washout old unwanted memories completely out of my memory and keep my mind fresh and relaxed all the time&lt;br /&gt;8. WOuld like to visit the Indian wonder Taj Mahal and roam around the places&lt;br /&gt;9 Will try to make an international trip with my parents this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too heavy statements what i have written here will try to accomplish them cheerfully through the year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Sadh :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-3337003156186662877?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/3337003156186662877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=3337003156186662877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/3337003156186662877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/3337003156186662877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2011/12/time-for-new-resolutions.html' title='Time for new resolutions.. :)'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-4203385493508920984</id><published>2011-12-24T06:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T07:06:55.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New phase...!</title><content type='html'>Uff so many confusions before the new year! Moving to a different phase of life. Moving to an independant house from shared paying guest accomodation. How on earth parents think so much and so many unwanted things all at a time I dont know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been living with roommates for almost five and half years now. M used to this style of living by sharing everything with them by now, updating day today status among ourselves, gossips, fun, fights, nightouts and what not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all of a sudden, I have chosen to live alone in a 1BHK house with self cooking and self sustained life. Major concern from everyone being I cannot live alone and I get bored as I am used to live with roommates. hmmm actually yes. But need to compromise on some or the other things in life ya! come on! have been sharing things with roomies, have been adjusting to the okay dokay type of food in PG and some or the other non-sensic n never ending comments from PG owner! Uff what not! Above all 20km of distance to office one way! All that is coming to an end from 1st of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U might ask then whats my problem now? Why m I cribbing in the beginning itself.. Buy this, buy that, if ur frnds come home, how much u ll cook in this small vessel; so a bigger one. One more for this occasion .. Uff m tired already. What all does these Mom's think M surprised about their vast thinking capacity! Once you solve one issue, one more starts. The next topic, oh I cant leave u alone from day one in new house. Not that she is scared or i will get scared. I will be alone so would like to give company for few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really tired convincing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah how can I forget the next important point?! :) Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big list of instructions has started pouring in from the day I paid advance to the owner&lt;br /&gt;- Don't let guys come in to the house&lt;br /&gt;- DOnt get ur friends who are boys to house, dont give neighbours a chance to start to talk about u&lt;br /&gt;- Keep the house clean&lt;br /&gt;- Cook and eat. dont eat out anymore&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;- ..&lt;br /&gt;- .. and the list goes on.. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh wonder how come everyone become like this as soon as they get the responsibility of kids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways new year is gonna be something new. Hoping it to make the best year in my life with loads of good memories :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Sadh :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-4203385493508920984?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/4203385493508920984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=4203385493508920984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/4203385493508920984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/4203385493508920984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-phase.html' title='New phase...!'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-3893776033894987067</id><published>2011-12-13T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T03:07:17.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New day.. New thought.. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.thumbs.canstockphoto.com/canstock6333356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 135px;" src="http://l.thumbs.canstockphoto.com/canstock6333356.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuppie here I'm back on my blog after more than an year! &lt;br /&gt;As it is the end of 2011, all the TV channels start showing the whole year's event calendar as a re-cap now and all the news papers will have one additional supplement with the main sheet. Also on Jan 1st one calendar sheet with a bird or a lamp or any model's photo on it.. Ah! Usual routine :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add to this, few ppl start making their new year resolution and few more start arguing on this context whats their in resolution blah blah as if they have been given the task of changing the mindset of Ppl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me, When it comes to the year end, somehow I will be looking forward to change the calendar, wait for something refreshing...  Getting bored of changing the channels not being able to watch the same re-caps everywhere :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I'm feeling glad at the end of this year that I could accomplish 80% of my resolutions for this year! :) Sounds like an objective setting and review in office right? hahah :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year is gonna begin with some interesting tasks for me! I will be getting loads of time for myself, setting up my house, Getting to know the new locality, some new plans for adventures n interests are in line. Giving an end to my PG life. Self sustained life of mine is gonna start with some cooking, house decoration experiments. They aren't my resolutions. But kinda waiting to start myself getting involved in this apart from the routine which is there for Big 5 years in Bangalore now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-au-vhR_k-0k/Tucu4eEOWOI/AAAAAAAAJyQ/Hu_BSQ5nD3Y/s1600/CUS1020HappyJoyousFree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-au-vhR_k-0k/Tucu4eEOWOI/AAAAAAAAJyQ/Hu_BSQ5nD3Y/s320/CUS1020HappyJoyousFree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685564602256873698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward for an Awesome, eventful and Joyous year ahead! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-3893776033894987067?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/3893776033894987067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=3893776033894987067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/3893776033894987067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/3893776033894987067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-day-new-thought.html' title='New day.. New thought.. :)'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-au-vhR_k-0k/Tucu4eEOWOI/AAAAAAAAJyQ/Hu_BSQ5nD3Y/s72-c/CUS1020HappyJoyousFree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-5698073042913502699</id><published>2010-11-01T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T07:37:59.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"ಕನ್ನಡ ರಾಜ್ಯೋತ್ಸವ"</title><content type='html'>ಕನ್ನಡ ರಾಜ್ಯೋತ್ಸವದ ಸಂದರ್ಭದಲ್ಲಿ ನಮ್ಮ IT ನಗರಿಯಲ್ಲಿರುವ ಕನ್ನಡಿಗರ ಸಂಖ್ಯೆ ಎಷ್ಟು ಅನ್ನೋದು ಯೋಚನಾರ್ಹ ವಿಷಯ. ಇದು ಇಲ್ಲೇ ಹುಟ್ಟಿ ಬೆಳೆದಿರುವವರ ಸಂಖ್ಯೆ ಅಲ್ಲ ಒಟ್ಟಿನಲ್ಲಿರುವ ಕನ್ನಡಿಗರು ಎಷ್ಟು ಅಂತ. ಹೀಗೆ ಇದನ್ನೇ ಪ್ರತಿಬಿಂಬಿಸುವ ಕನ್ನಡ ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮವೊಂದು ಸುವರ್ಣ ವಾಹಿನಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಪ್ರಸಾರವಾಯಿತು. ಅದನ್ನು ನೋಡುವಾಗ ನನಗೆ ಕೆಲವು ಯೋಚನೆಗಳು ಬಂದವು. ಅದನ್ನು ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಬರೆಯುವ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ ಮಾಡ್ತಿದೀನಿ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಎಲ್ಲಾ ವಾಹಿನಿಗಳು ಪ್ರಸಾರ ಮಾಡುವ ಮುಖ್ಯ ವಿಷ್ಯ "IT ಕ್ಷೇತ್ರ". ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಯಾರು ಕನ್ನಡಕ್ಕೆ ಪ್ರಾಮುಖ್ಯತೆ ಕೊಡ್ತಾ ಇಲ್ಲ ಅನ್ನೋದು. ನಾನು ಒಬ್ಬ ಸಾಫ್ಟ್‌ವೇರ್ ಇಂಜಿನಿಯರ್ ಆಗಿ, ನನ್ನ ಸುತ್ತ ನಡೆಯುವ ಬಹಳಷ್ಟು ಆಗು-ಹೋಗುಗಳನ್ನು ನೋಡಿರುವ ನಾನು ಇದು ಎಲ್ಲ ಕಡೆ ಹಾಗೂ ಎಲ್ಲ ಕಂಪನಿಗಳಿಗೆ ಅನ್ವಯಿಸುವುದಲ್ಲ ಎಂಬುದನ್ನು ಹೇಳಬಲ್ಲೆ. ನಮ್ಮ ಕಂಪನಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಪ್ರತಿ ವರ್ಷ ರಾಜ್ಯೋತ್ಸವವನ್ನು ಆಚರಿಸಲಾಗುತ್ತದೆ. ಕನ್ನಡೇತರ ನೌಕರರಾಗಿದ್ದು ಕನ್ನಡ ಮಾತನಾಡಲು ಕಲಿತಿರುವವರಿಗೆ ಪ್ರಶಸ್ತಿ ಕೊಡುವ ಅಭ್ಯಾಸವನ್ನು ಉಳಿಸಿಕೊಂಡಿದೆ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಇದರ ಮಧ್ಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಕನ್ನಡ ಕಲಿಯದೆನೇ ಜೀವನ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಸಾಧ್ಯವಿರುವಾಗ ಏಕೆ ಕಲಿಯಬೇಕು ಅನ್ನುವವರೂ ಇದಾರೆ. ಅದೇನೇ ಇರಲಿ ಪ್ರತಿ ವರ್ಷ ರಾಜ್ಯೋತ್ಸವದ ದಿನದಂದು ಮಾತ್ರ ಕನ್ನಡ ಎಂದು ಎಲ್ಲೆಡೆ ಹಾರಾಡುವ ಜನ ಬೇರೆ ದಿನ ಅದರ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಗಮನ ಕೊಡುವುದಿಲ್ಲ. ಇಷ್ಟೆಲ್ಲಾ ಮಾತನಾಡುವ ಟಿವಿ ವಾಹಿನಿಗಳು ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮದಲ್ಲಿ ಪಾಲ್ಗೊಳ್ಳುವ ರಾಜಕಾರಣಿಗಳು ನಾವು ಹೀಗೆ ಮಾಡಬೇಕು ಹಾಗೆ ಮಾಡಬೇಕು ಎಂದು ಮಾತನಾಡುತ್ತಾ ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಂದಕ್ಕೂ ಸರ್ಕಾರವನ್ನು ದೂಷಿಸುವುದು ಎಷ್ಟು ಸರಿ? ಸರ್ಕಾರ ಜನರ ಮನವೊಲಿಸಲು ಸಾಧ್ಯವೇ? ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಬ್ಬರಿಗೂ ತಮ್ಮ ಭಾಷೆಯ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಅಭಿಮಾನ ಎಲ್ಲಿಯವರೆಗೆ ಇರುವುದಿಲ್ಲವೋ ಅಲ್ಲೀವರೆಗೂ ಏನೂ ಸಾಧ್ಯವಿಲ್ಲ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಮತ್ತೊಂದೆಡೆ ಸರ್ಕಾರದ ಜವಾಬ್ಧಾರಿ ಏನು ಅಂತ ಯೋಚಿಸೋಣ? ಆಂಗ್ಲ ಭಾಷೆ ಕಲಿಯದೇ ಕನ್ನಡವನ್ನೇ ಕಲಿಯಬೇಕು ಅಂತ ಕಡ್ಡಾಯ ಗೊಳಿಸಿದರೆ ಜಾಗತೀಕರಣವಾಗುತಿರುವ ಯುಗದಲ್ಲಿ ಎಲ್ಲವೂ ಕಷ್ಟ. ಆದರೆ ಕನ್ನಡವನ್ನು ಕಡ್ಡಾಯ ಕಲಿಕೆಯ ಭಾಷೆಯನ್ನಾಗಿಸಿದೆ. ವೃತ್ತಿಪರ ಕೋರ್ಸ್‌ಗಳಲ್ಲೂ ಸಹ ಇದನ್ನು ಅಳವಡಿಸಲಾಗಿದೆ. ನೆರೆ ರಾಜ್ಯ ಮಹಾರಾಷ್ಟ್ರದಲ್ಲಿ ಮರಾಟಿಗರಿಗೆ ಮೊದಲ ಆದ್ಯತೆ ಇರುವಂತೆ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಯಾವ ಮೀಸಲಾತಿಯನ್ನು ತಂದಿಲ್ಲ. ಬದಲಾಗಿ ಎಲ್ಲ ಭಾಷೆ, ಸಂಸ್ಕೃತಿಯ ಜನರಿಗೆ ಮೆರಿಟ್ ಆಧಾರದ ಮೇಲೆ ಕೆಲಸ ಕೊಡುವ ಅವಕಾಶ ಇಲ್ಲಿದೆ. ಇದು ಎಷ್ಟರ ಮಟ್ಟಿಗೆ ಸರಿ ಎಂದು ಗೊತಿಲ್ಲ. ಇದಕೆ ಪರ ವಿರೋಧ ಎರಡೂ ಮಾತನಾಡುವವರಿದ್ದಾರೆ. ಭಾಷಾಭಿಮಾನ ಎಲ್ಲರಲ್ಲೂ ಮೂಡಿದಾಗ ಮಾತ್ರವೇ ಇದಕೆಲ್ಲಾ ಅರ್ಥ. ಅದು ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಇನ್ಫೋಸಿಸ್ ನಾರಾಯಣ ಮೂರ್ತಿಯವರು ಕನ್ನಡಿಗರಿಗೆ ಕೆಲಸ ಕೊಡುತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ. ಆದ್ಯತೆ ಇವರಿಗೆ ಕೊಡಬೇಕು ಎಂದು ಪ್ರತಿ ವಾದ ವಿವಾದದಲ್ಲೂ ಇವರ ಹೆಸರನ್ನು ಮಧ್ಯ ತರುವುದು ಎಷ್ಟು ಸರಿ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಪರ ದೇಶಕ್ಕೆ ಹೋದಾಗ ಅಲ್ಲಿನ ಭಾಷೆಯನ್ನು ಕಲಿಯದೇ ಬದುಕು ಸಾದ್ಯವಿಲ್ಲ ಎಂದು ಅಲ್ಪ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಕಲಿತು ಜೀವನ ನಡೆಸುವ ಜನ, ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿಗೆ ಬಂದಾಗ  ಕನ್ನಡ ಕಲಿಯುವುದು ಒಂದು ಅವಮಾನದ ಸಂಗಂತಿಯಂತೆ ಭಾವಿಸುವುದನ್ನು ನೋಡಿದ್ದೇನೆ. ಈ ನಿಟ್ಟಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಮೊದಲ ಹೆಜ್ಜೆ ಕನ್ನಡಿಗರದ್ದಾಗಿರಬೇಕು.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 "ಸಿರಿಗನ್ನಡಂ ಗೆಲ್ಗೆ"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/TM7P2UEuh2I/AAAAAAAAI1g/WIFjxmyJCDY/s1600/kannada-rajyotsava-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/TM7P2UEuh2I/AAAAAAAAI1g/WIFjxmyJCDY/s320/kannada-rajyotsava-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534589524093339490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-5698073042913502699?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5698073042913502699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=5698073042913502699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/5698073042913502699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/5698073042913502699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='&quot;ಕನ್ನಡ ರಾಜ್ಯೋತ್ಸವ&quot;'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/TM7P2UEuh2I/AAAAAAAAI1g/WIFjxmyJCDY/s72-c/kannada-rajyotsava-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-6546904428995996894</id><published>2010-10-02T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T11:11:07.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Childhood :)</title><content type='html'>Wow! Childhood. When u just listen to this word itself you go back to memories right? :) How nice were those days! I actually wanna go back to childhood itself not just into memories. If I had a TIME MACHINE I would have done that ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know how was my childhood?? :)Here I go with some of the best memories of my days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I like to see the sunrise but not the sunset. When I was in 2nd and 3rd standard I used to go with Dad to Pavilion grounds in Mysore on Sunday early mornings to see the BIIIG raising Sun. Dad used to go for jogging. I also used to get ready like a sports girl in shorts, t-shirt n shoes ;) Jog till the sun rises n then stand looking at it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Playing with rubber band was one of my favorite pass times.. Use rubber band and fingers and try to make different shapes with that. Learning new shapes in that always interested me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kites :) Not the movie ;) ya loved to fly kites. During the festival time (gaaLipata habba) used to make a neat kite with plastic and put the thread and run in the street holding the thread in hand. But ya for festival used to get a big one from dad. Flying it in Yuvaraja college grounds with full big role of thread! Awesome it was. Once left the thread after flying it very very high :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Seeing Dasara elephants is my favorite even to this day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Parents used to take me to Mysore palace every Sunday to see the illumination. I used to wait for the lights to get on. When I was 2 yrs old I had run towards the palace to catch those lights ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fight with bro for the comic book "Balamangala" on every Wednesday :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Feeding sparrows was one of my good times. I hardly see sparrows now. Those days many sparrows used to come n sit on the roof of our house. During my breakfast time, spreading little rice on the ground and counting the sparrows :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The most important one which makes u guys reading this laugh.. :) Me n my little brother studied in same school. Due to fever he didn't come to school for 3 days. 4th day while coming back from school I seriously forgot that he was in school that day n came back home. Poor bro! He was in LKG. n Me in 2nd standard. He was crying standing in the school :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Trying to catch butterflies :) Butterflies always seemed interesting to me! Colorful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Playing typical girlish games :) skipping, blocks, kuntebille, house game and the most important teacher game which i always liked ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Playing doubles skipping with mom when there were no friends also is memorable :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mt first watch! I was so excited when my dad bought me a red colored watch with heart shaped dial for my birthday when I was in 5th standard :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- First time I saw a fridge in my neighbor's house. When I was in 3rd standard. I was so wondered to see that. Every time when I went to play with the girl their, I used to ask aunty, "Aunty can I open and see the freezer?" :P n then her daughter myself n few more girls used to play with ice cubes :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fancy dress competitions! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cotton candy, chocolates, soft toys, counting stars n gazing at sky, Bouquet red rose (which has a diff shade of red), 1 day trips with parents, summer vacation @ granny's place in Bangalore many more add to my childhood memories :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/TKd1e2gtHeI/AAAAAAAAIsE/qMdmWVp8Mi8/s1600/2010-10-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/TKd1e2gtHeI/AAAAAAAAIsE/qMdmWVp8Mi8/s320/2010-10-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523512640882417122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm those were the days :) Wanna go back right? It reminded u all of ur childhood I know :) Share ur memories with me! I'm all excited to listen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;Sadhana :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-6546904428995996894?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/6546904428995996894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=6546904428995996894' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/6546904428995996894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/6546904428995996894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-childhood.html' title='My Childhood :)'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/TKd1e2gtHeI/AAAAAAAAIsE/qMdmWVp8Mi8/s72-c/2010-10-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-7222453389945458870</id><published>2010-08-13T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T05:57:03.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough time,  Financial Independance for a Women and Old age</title><content type='html'>Somewaht I'm totally down today. Felt like writing all thoughts in my mind here. I suddenly realized how important it is for a women to be financially independat. My uncle passed away 2 days ago. Wife, One daughter of my age and one son who finished 12th and the aged mother in her 85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now you would have got the picture what is worrying me! Partially you are right. But yeah my cousin is working so little bit manageable position. Question is about My granny?! What next?! Dont know. All her daughters are married. 3 of them. But financially dependant on husbands. So there is no such decision which they can take on their own that whatever happens I'll take care of my mother! I'm answerable.. No this is not the case. Permission Permission Permission from Husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, now at such an age, with hearing problem where will my granny go? who will take care. Others are not Ok. No one is ready actually.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its tough for her also and those who take care of her also. She should be taken care like a kid. who will do that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feeling too low now after seeing all these! Not in any position to console anyone also! Tough time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realized the importance of financial independance for women and also how tough it is for a human being to live in this old age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ambition of starting an oldage home became stronger after this! Should see how it can be materialized....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-7222453389945458870?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/7222453389945458870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=7222453389945458870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/7222453389945458870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/7222453389945458870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2010/08/tough-time-financial-independance-for.html' title='Tough time,  Financial Independance for a Women and Old age'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-4994040063340654120</id><published>2010-05-31T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:04:51.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a heavily raining evening... :)</title><content type='html'>It was 6PM. I was in Bus. Towards Bangalore. It started raining heavily. Got stuck in the traffic jam for about an hour. Not moving ahead at all. Started conversation with the co-passenger. Usual stuff. What do u do? Where are you traveling from etc etc. That bus was coming from Coorg. Stop over at Mysore. Hence the discussion started on tourist places in and around coorg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could hear to many other parallel discussions also. Everyone in the bus were tired waiting for the traffic to clear. There were a mix of ppl from different background. One was a manager in HSBC bank. Another person was an engineer working for Bangalore Metro. One more young lady was a footwear designer. There was a kid who seem to be very intelligent. She was talking about Mystery stories of many well know authors. Studying in 3rd standard and her knowledge level was really astonishing! It was a mixture of stories in the bus. There was a person who was talking over phone to his old friend about his engineering days of 70s. Many other small kids were also traveling in the bus as it was the last day of summer vacation for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the bus started from kengeri clearing the traffic jam slowly after a long pause of about an hour. The road was like a swimming pool with almost 2 ft water on the road. Somehow reached majestic. It started pouring again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stood under a small tea shop for shelter for about half an hour. It was getting darker and darker as time passed by. Almost 8:30PM. Started off towards the road to catch an auto. Luckily the Auto driver who was an elderly man in his 70s I guess, said yes. I was so happy that i got an auto to reach my pg at 8:30PM n in heavy rain. But yeah the demand was "one and half meter madam" happily said ok to that also :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my enjoyable ride through Bangalore roads started.. Every road we entered was full of water. Road couldn't be seen at all. The driver was driving very carefully. He wasn't able to make out where the road was good, where there were pits. Nothing we could make out. I was enjoying that rain. First time in my 4 yrs life in Bangalore i was safely sitting and watching the whole city getting drenched :) Cool breeze. Rain Water sprinkles from the open sides of the auto. Felt like having hot hot pakodas with chai.. Ah!! What a combination in that weather! Unluckily i didn't have that. But my mouth was watering. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile the driver was more tensed to get me home safely than myself. He said in a worried voice "madam customer na hathskondidhini auto ge safe agi karkond hodre saaku".. A car passing by splashed all the rain water on us and passed by with very high speed. I was totally drenched sitting in the auto :-/ Felt like going through a series of water rides in a water park :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally @9:20PM reached my PG. What an experience it was..! Decided never will travel back to Blr on a sunday evening until the rainy season is over. Though the experience was good; parents, my roomies n finally the auto driver himslef were tensed about me reaching safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got added as one more experience to my Blr-Mys travel experiences.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring but nice journey! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-4994040063340654120?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/4994040063340654120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=4994040063340654120' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/4994040063340654120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/4994040063340654120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-heavily-raining-evening.html' title='On a heavily raining evening... :)'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-126181310342118067</id><published>2010-01-13T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T03:14:20.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Year 2009.. I never felt it was a good year for me! Though there were many success and failures, overall it wasn't a pleasant year. And again 2010  started badly.. Somehow not good. I hope there is an end to this. Some problems in life will never have a soln. I started feeling TIME is the answer to all these problems. With time, you encounter new problems which take high priority and the older ones automatically get solved somehow. Or even without solution they get ignored with time and with more difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem now is not at all a problem when something bigger than this is infront of me. Though the beginning is not good, there is never a bad ending. I didnt start this year with the enthusiasm I used to receive the new year every year. But I hope to make this year best for myself and the people around me. Still a long way to go. Have made no resolutions this year. I wonder why?! If I make a resolution I surely achieve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to talk about confidence also here. How confident a person can be? How much ever confident is one person, after listening to those who cribb always, who blame others for their mistakes, who dont have any goals set, the confident person also looses his confidence for sometime. When I thought why is this, I just found this answer. Those who look at a problem being an outsider will get to know the best solution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen two kinds of people. One, those who share their feelings with their closed ones and get the different view point and think in the best way. second, those who dont share anything and go in the same track of thinking? which one is best? Being an Introvert or an extorvert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some weird and crazy thoughts flew in my mind. Just put them here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-126181310342118067?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/126181310342118067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=126181310342118067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/126181310342118067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/126181310342118067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2010/01/crazy-thoughts.html' title='Crazy Thoughts'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-1956660068395174220</id><published>2009-11-22T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T08:34:36.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comics.. Fiction.. Horror.. Thriller.. Suspense.. Love..</title><content type='html'>What does this title mean? :) Any guess? :-P Line of writings for the writers and types of readings for the Book readers... :) Yes I'm talking about Reading habits.. These days I'm talking too much about the hobbies right? May be.. But this topic came to my mind all of a sudden.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a saying in Kannada "ದೇಶ ಸುತ್ತು ಕೋಶ ಓದು" which means travel all around the world, and read as many books as possible. I do read books.. Most of them belong to Kannada Literature which would give taste of all those words mentioned in the title of this post. I love to read those books which are small in size :-P so that I can finish it fast and pick up the next one. I like to own the book. So all most 95% of times I have bought the books to myself instead of borrowing it. You might ask do I have a library at home? Yes kind of.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when reading as a habit comes in some general conversations with my friends or colleagues they give surprised looks and talk how can I read a book after my college days, that too kannada books.. Why shouldn't one read books? I wonder how much people are missing out by not reading books.. Few stick onto computer games and Internet all the time, few like to read only management stuff, few read only newspapers, few read only mythology or philosophy. I have seen people who belong to all these categories.. But I seriously feel how much people are missing by not reading and sticking onto TV and computers all the time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in school I tried to read shakespears.. Didnt understand much.. :P But stil I managed to read most of his dramas.. One more book about French Revolution which I read during my college days was by Maxim Gorky, "MOTHER" a very good french novel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for some book critics in my coming posts.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Sady :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-1956660068395174220?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/1956660068395174220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=1956660068395174220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/1956660068395174220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/1956660068395174220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2009/11/comics-fiction-horror-thriller-suspense.html' title='Comics.. Fiction.. Horror.. Thriller.. Suspense.. Love..'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-2061240279643344658</id><published>2009-10-18T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T08:20:39.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions in a Mixed Bag</title><content type='html'>Diary writing. Can it be called as a Hobby? I'm not sure. Read an article about diary writing about 5 years ago in a kannada magazine. That influenced me a lot. That was my engineering days. Didn't know what people write in diaries. But wanted to write! To my luck I was gifted a diary for the New year by my cousin. Diary looked very nice. velvet covered Red colored Diary. Started writing about the important events in college which I was part of. Made it a daily routine. Off late the enthu of writing it daily reduced. I remembered my diary only I felt bored or there was something important to quote! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming out of native place for job, it became a regular routine again as there were not many friends for me to share my thoughts. I didn't know blogging also that time. It contained many articles which could be published in some newspaper or online journal etc. It was all mix of thoughts and experience working in the IT city and travel during weekends to native. Some book critics as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when it became a hectic and mechanical lifestyle, reading the kannada literature and writing critics, also articles reduced. There are as many friends in Bangalore now as I have in my native place. My diary became a place where I write only When I'm feeling low. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days back I opened my diary after an year. Was reading through the pages. So many important events quoted in that. Mixed emotions while reading them. Many Gyans enlightenment also. I wrote it again. Had so many confusions thoughts in my mind. Wrote everything. Felt relieved after that. After so many years If I look back when I was thinking whats the use of writing a diary and now if I read my diary I realize. Yes I know. :) Being a chatter box, when I cannot reach my closed ones to share thoughts, I talk to my diary. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-2061240279643344658?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/2061240279643344658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=2061240279643344658' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/2061240279643344658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/2061240279643344658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2009/10/emotions-in-mixed-bag.html' title='Emotions in a Mixed Bag'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-2042955947604633581</id><published>2009-06-08T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:20:58.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misinterpretation of speech</title><content type='html'>Many a times you would have misinterpreted someone's words or others might have mistaken your words. For sure everyone would have come across such situations in life. My friend used to tell me always "One thing can be understood in 100 different ways". Yes that is true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always the way how a person puts things across. Though it is said with the right intention, the listener might not get the correct point due to the tone of the speaker, which would lead to misunderstandings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for ex: Sending an SMS. How well it is possible to express something in that? Might be something was told as fun. The tone might have been understood as being rude. Definitely difference of opinion would come between the two persons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have experienced few such situations myself and have been observing among others also. I sometimes think what is the good solution to avoid such difference of opinion? Is it good to convey the message only up to the point and leave it to the listener to interpret the way he understands or explains everything about the topic so that it is not mistaken at all? It is not always possible to explain things is what I understand. Whenever such a situation occurs, then it is good to make it clear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way we put things across!! Yes I have very good example for this from self and my friend's experience. In any company an employee speaking to his manger about his concerns. If all concerns are told highlighting the negative points, you know the impact! But if it is told in a positive aspect the result is different. The manager would definitely listen to your concerns and some action would be taken on that. But this is fine when a person is interacting with people who are not very close and conversation is limited to specific areas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cannot be done with all those who are close. Direct conversation, it is told the way how it comes to mind. But still why would a person mis-interpret is still a question to me! Including myself. Why don’t people get the correct message or the right meaning with which it was conveyed? Strange Question. Yet to find an answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this thought came to my mind.. Blogged here.. :) Comment your opinions too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-2042955947604633581?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/2042955947604633581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=2042955947604633581' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/2042955947604633581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/2042955947604633581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2009/06/misinterpretation-of-speech.html' title='Misinterpretation of speech'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-2102327308791971664</id><published>2009-05-01T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T09:12:02.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day out with My Dad :-)</title><content type='html'>Dad &amp; me, A day out! Wow! It was a wonderful day today... Enjoyed to the core roaming around in the countryside early in the morning! Seeing the Greenery, Colorful Birds, bullock carts, listening to birds chirping and flow of water stream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after a long time I went out with dad on bike for a long drive. Whenever I go with him for such small outings, I get to know the hidden routes around Mysore which will be so calm and peaceful :-) For sure lots of photography Gyaan from him! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started early in the morning at 6AM and went to Balamuri and then Karighatta. This is not the right season to visit the places. I didn't enjoy the place much this time. Kind of dry weather. Not heavy water flow of the cauvery which is the highlight of the place. There wasn't any water falls at all in Balamuri. I was told earlier by dad not to decide on those places. Still I wanted to go :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SfsOCVkWmaI/AAAAAAAAGv8/WZrc0eGl5CM/s1600-h/DSC05194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SfsOCVkWmaI/AAAAAAAAGv8/WZrc0eGl5CM/s200/DSC05194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330870017235261858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmm but still the 2km narrow stretch after the balamuri bridge towards Paschimavaahini was ultimate.. A small stream of water flows the sideways.. Lots of colorful birds chirping and flying here and there. I was trying to capture every bird I see in the eyes of my camera :) Dad was guiding from which angle and depth the photo would be best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SfsMeExgWWI/AAAAAAAAGv0/m42yicofCSM/s1600-h/DSC05173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SfsMeExgWWI/AAAAAAAAGv0/m42yicofCSM/s200/DSC05173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330868294740105570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing this time was the weaver birds weaving the nest by the riverside.. We were on the other side of the stream. Couldn't capture clear picture of the birds though I had 15x zoom cam.. :( But managed to capture the video! I had always seen such videos on National Geographic.. I was happy that I saw it and captured in my cam :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SfsPM9JOF6I/AAAAAAAAGwM/bzJ422MuKXE/s1600-h/DSC05144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SfsPM9JOF6I/AAAAAAAAGwM/bzJ422MuKXE/s200/DSC05144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330871299169195938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Green paddy fields on the other side of the small route. The water droplets on the tip of the grass was shining in the early morning sun rays.. Always the photos my dad takes leads mine! :) And this time too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall a great day!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Sadh :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-2102327308791971664?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/2102327308791971664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=2102327308791971664' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/2102327308791971664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/2102327308791971664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-out-with-my-dad.html' title='A day out with My Dad :-)'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SfsOCVkWmaI/AAAAAAAAGv8/WZrc0eGl5CM/s72-c/DSC05194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-4469780204875351651</id><published>2009-04-29T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:55:06.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loong weekends...</title><content type='html'>Soo many long weekends this year!! Me Happy.. Starting from today one more long weekend is starting.. 4 days holidays!! Yuppie!! :) This give a break for me from my routine work.. I'll be back in my sweet home in Mysore as every weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating, sleeping, roaming around with friends in the city in Hot sun.. :-P Getting scoldings from mom "horage ishtu bisilu, hogbeda!!" (Outside its so hot, dont go out!) ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these are a kind of fun... Traveling from Blr to Mys is no more fun for me because am not traveling by train any more.. Its by Bus and that too alone, which is very boring. Can't read any magazine or novel in bus as the lights will be switched off. Then, everybody will be sleeping! Travelling by Air conditioned buses wont have open windows.. So no fresh air also :-( can't look out of the window.. All together am not enjoying the Bus journey! :( Hectic work is making me skip the train journey.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once I reach mys the fun is diff.. Have lots of plans for this loong weekend.. ;-) Have planned to goto Karighatta tomorrow early morning.. Its 15km from Mys towards Srirangapatna. Kauveri river flow looks beautiful from the hill... Lots n lots of colorful birds chirping here n there! Dont be surprised that am giving the details before visting.. I have visited once.. My favorite place.. Very calm and peaceful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some cooking sessions at home, friend's Bday celebrations etc etc in store for me for this loong weekend ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You too have fun! Will update soon.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Sadh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-4469780204875351651?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/4469780204875351651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=4469780204875351651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/4469780204875351651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/4469780204875351651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2009/04/loong-weekends.html' title='Loong weekends...'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-2318992354088704222</id><published>2008-12-28T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:49:59.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A look back into the year 2008...</title><content type='html'>I was in full jolly mood when the year 2000 was about begin! I kept on telling we are entering into 21st century! Years are passing like days.. It’s already the end of the year 2008. 3 more days to go.. I definitely need to look back into the year and retrospect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year 2008 was a mix of both happiness and sorrows for me. Each incident was a learning experience. As and when there were more happier and sad situations I have learnt that such moment was nothing in front of this. Need to overcome all the situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my grandpa on 12th Jan, 08. He was my great advisor. I still remember the stories he told me when he was part of the 2nd world war, emergency period during Indira Gandhi’s rule etc.  Miss u thaatha.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great learning for me was in Bharat Cancer Hospital, Mysore. We think ours is the biggest problem on this earth, when I saw small children (who don’t even speak still), elderly persons in their 80’s suffering from different kinds of cancers which is not curable at all I learnt to think optimistic and overcome problems in life. At the same time console people and give them some hope about life so that they recover soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to the last year, I have been more professional and responsible at my work. Have taken up more challenging and more responsible work. I still remember the day when my teammate once said, “Don’t wait for the opportunities, you should create one” when I was cribbing about not giving some responsibilities at work. I took it very seriously. Today I’m in Finland to carry out a very responsible task for my team. A great learning in one year. Onsite opportunity has given me lot more chances to interact with various kinds of people. Learn to live alone, be more responsible etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  I look into my resolutions at the beginning of the year 2008, I have tried to achieve most of them. I’m happy that I have worked for it and have grown up over the days. Now its time to make up resolutions for the year 2009 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to go.. I wish u all a very Happy and Prosperous new year ahead!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Sadhana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-2318992354088704222?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/2318992354088704222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=2318992354088704222' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/2318992354088704222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/2318992354088704222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2008/12/normal-0-false-false-false.html' title='A look back into the year 2008...'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-3988262333649513455</id><published>2008-12-15T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:57:51.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First snow fall...</title><content type='html'>Here comes one more first experience story.. yes, first snow fall.. The day when I stepped into Tampere, it was -2 degrees temperature. The first snow fall of the season started on Nov 16th, 08. It was my loong time wish to see the snow. I always wanted to goto Himalayas to see that :-P Couldn't get permissions from parents ever!! hah but here I was seeing the snow.. I was on the way to office.. could see cotton like light weight particles falling down.. Me n maneesha started playing in the snow standing in Bus stop.. It was soo nice! Elderly persons standing next to us were happy looking at us.. That day night the snow fall was soo thick went out for a long walk in the snow fall.. Awesome experience it was as it was the first day.. Entire city was white painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm here is the further story which is interesting.. :-P As the days passed by, the temperature came down so much that it started snowing n snowing n snowing.. It became so heavy! You can imagine that as the cyclone rainfall in India.. Heavy blizzards.. I walked from office to room with lots of difficulty.. Snow was till my knee.. Now I feel, enough of this.. I wished to see snow. Now I have seen soo much that its enough for my lifetime.. :) Human Nature right! what he doesnt has, he wants.. when he gets he regrets!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;SMS :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-3988262333649513455?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/3988262333649513455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=3988262333649513455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/3988262333649513455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/3988262333649513455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-snow-fall.html' title='First snow fall...'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-4027735233981821922</id><published>2008-11-21T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T12:52:35.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First flight Journey... :-)</title><content type='html'>Last Friday and saturday I was in a hurry.. Some shopping, packing, weighing.. Guess what?? Yes, I was flying abroad.. Its my first international travel. I'm in Finland now, "The city of Lakes". I was so excited on 15th Nov because I was flying for the first time. Never before. Not even in domestic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight was scheduled for sunday early morning.. 03:25AM ;-) Started to airport at 09:45PM itself. First trip, as it is with most ppl, my parents too were ready at my house to see off in the airport. I liked the drive to the Banglore International airport.. Though I kept on cribbing half the way that it is so far, if it was HAL airport, it was so near etc etc, liked it as we entered to the Airport road exactly. That road itself looked like a runway for me.. I was so excited by then. Started jumping when I could see the planes from the waiting launge itself. That was the first time I saw a plane from such a close distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had bugged few of my colleagues asking about the procedures once I enter airport.. Bit tensed too about the weight limits.. :-P But everything went on soo cool that we checked in 2 hrs before and waited for the flight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enthu I had, remained only till the take off.. It was lufthaansa airbus.. Felt as if it was a city bus in which I was travelling. I was packed between two persons for almost 9hrs. :( Uff felt is this the flight journey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SScfarL6EFI/AAAAAAAADhA/cU9qQhrwPsY/s1600-h/DSC01731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SScfarL6EFI/AAAAAAAADhA/cU9qQhrwPsY/s200/DSC01731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271216431990181970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 hours of transit in Frankfurt airport. Though I had plenty of time, n valid VISA couldn't roam around as it was raining heavily. The largest airport of Europe was decked up for christmas. Roamed accross the duty free shops and clicked some photos.. Started to Helsinki from frankfurt by a domestic flight of lufthaansa again.. But to my surprise this was much much better than the international flight.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SScfGw905JI/AAAAAAAADg4/4ePdnxyoGYk/s1600-h/DSC01747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SScfGw905JI/AAAAAAAADg4/4ePdnxyoGYk/s200/DSC01747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271216089944351890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed the aerial view of the both the cities as I was in the window seat.. :D&lt;br /&gt;Finally managed to make out the time difference between India and my destination place.. ;-) This was my first experience of flight journey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more first experience columns coming soon.. Keep reading.. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-4027735233981821922?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/4027735233981821922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=4027735233981821922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/4027735233981821922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/4027735233981821922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-flight-journey.html' title='First flight Journey... :-)'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SScfarL6EFI/AAAAAAAADhA/cU9qQhrwPsY/s72-c/DSC01731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-200748531391582655</id><published>2008-07-26T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T01:46:51.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bucket List..</title><content type='html'>Tagged.. This time I was not tagged by anyone. But I liked Dhanya’s latest post. So I took this on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She says “This tag is basically based on the movie The Bucket List and tells you to make the list that you want to do before you kick the bucket”. Hmm I would like to list down my wish list too here. Whether all these are possible or not doesn’t matter to me. I believe that “Nothing is impossible in this world. I should work towards it to make it a success.” So here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Wish List (not in the order of priority) : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Want to become a pilot and fly Jet Planes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yeah, I always look at the Jet Planes with surprise!! I wonder about its speed. Never got a chance to travel in plane too.. But still wanna fly high.. Wanna fly a jet plane with full speed.. :)&lt;/p&gt;                                                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SItMzazidvI/AAAAAAAABSc/SR3lGPGyvkY/s1600-h/jet+palne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SItMzazidvI/AAAAAAAABSc/SR3lGPGyvkY/s200/jet+palne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227356238746121970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Wanna land on Moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!! How nice it would be for a Moon Walk.. Love to do that.. Hopping n trying to land with blinking eyes.. Hop! Hop! ;)&lt;/div&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;                                                            &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SItMzu4jTlI/AAAAAAAABSk/64z6TImqoK8/s1600-h/moon+walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SItMzu4jTlI/AAAAAAAABSk/64z6TImqoK8/s200/moon+walk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227356244135857746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Shall go for Scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Under water world!! It’s nice to explore the under water world.. Soo many color fishes, scary seals, whales, shark, crocodiles. Various water plants, algae, Corals.. Wanna know the life cycle of all these and make a movie.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                        &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SItOKXJ7skI/AAAAAAAABS0/mXvLDRZI_0U/s1600-h/scuba+diving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SItOKXJ7skI/AAAAAAAABS0/mXvLDRZI_0U/s200/scuba+diving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227357732414927426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Want to be a Journalist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yup!! This was one of the options in my list when I wanted to choose my career. Though I always wanted to be a Journalist, try to dress like one such, didn’t chose that field. I too was like all others who go with the mass. I too chose engineering profession. I didn’t know how to become a journalist when I was in High school. If I had strongly decided to be one, I could have found out. But didn’t. I would like to become like Barkha Dutt or RajDeep sardesai :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                                                                 &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SItMzviiQ-I/AAAAAAAABSs/BTunpEYa3i8/s1600-h/journalist.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SItMzviiQ-I/AAAAAAAABSs/BTunpEYa3i8/s200/journalist.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227356244311950306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Start an Old Age Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to start an old age home few years down the line. It needs a lot of patience, tolerance and helping mind not only the money. Of course the Human resource, people who are willing to join me in this and do well to the society is also required. Whenever I look at the elders in their 70s or 80s on road side who don’t have a living, and hear to those stories who say their children didn’t take care of them it hurts me a lot.. This is my BIGGEST DREAM. Anyone who would like to join hands with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;                                                                         &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SItOKYIETZI/AAAAAAAABS8/i4J_lCdarKw/s1600-h/oldage+home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SItOKYIETZI/AAAAAAAABS8/i4J_lCdarKw/s200/oldage+home.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227357732675538322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Visit the 7 wonders of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Visit all these great Architectures once in my life time&lt;br /&gt;1. Empire state building&lt;br /&gt;2. Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;3. Great wall of China&lt;br /&gt;4. Egyptian Pyramids&lt;br /&gt;5. Eiffel Tower&lt;br /&gt;6. Leaning tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;7. Taj Mahal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can list down still many more into my wish list. But I’ll stop at this stage now. Already you might have started thinking I’m crazy.. But as I already told u, at least one or two in this list will be fulfilled within next few years.. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the final part of this tagging ha ha.. Whom to tag now? :)&lt;br /&gt;Regular readers of my blog Poori, Bhatta and Dam!! You 3 have been tagged.. So finish ur homework soon.. Your time starts now!! Happy Blogging!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;Sady :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/8522169851150190827-200748531391582655?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/200748531391582655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=200748531391582655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/200748531391582655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/200748531391582655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2008/07/bucket-list.html' title='The Bucket List..'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SItMzazidvI/AAAAAAAABSc/SR3lGPGyvkY/s72-c/jet+palne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-1171366490742510286</id><published>2008-07-11T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:09:04.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossips!!</title><content type='html'>Interested in Gossipping?? huh why so? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I attended a wedding. It was one of my colleague's marriage. Me n shru didn't know anyone there except the bride and her younger sis.. As it was a marriage it looked like all other marriages with soo many ppl. All dressed traditionally. some rituals going on one side.. Few ppl still busy making some arrangements. Few others in taking care of the guests etc etc.. It was a typical south Indian marriage.. When we were looking at all these, we could hear a female voice from behind commenting about someone else who had landed there from abroad.. "hey she has become soo thin, before she was soo moti", from one more corner, "nimmagalige madwe gothaytha? innu ilwa?" (did ur daughter's marriage got settled or not?) , from one more corner "ee madwe xxx matrimony indha gothaythu.. y dnt u try for ur daughter?" (this proposal was found from xxx matrimony, y don't you try ur daughter's there?), and again one more voice "aa hudugi ge naaveli nenapirthivi?, US ge hogi 4 varsha aaythu" (that girl wont remember us, its been 4 years after she went to US)  huh sooo much of gossipping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were thinking why people at marriages speak only on such topics, gossip about someone else? Why are they so curious about somebody's life? We couldn't find answer to it anyways.. Watched the rituals, tried to understand what was going on with difficulty. Wished the new couple , had nice lunch ;) n came back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me also if u get to know why ppl talk such gossips?  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-1171366490742510286?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/1171366490742510286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=1171366490742510286' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/1171366490742510286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/1171366490742510286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2008/07/gossips.html' title='Gossips!!'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-2412404052197586785</id><published>2008-05-28T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T03:51:00.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The influence of Bangalore Life!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;There were 4 close friends studying in 12th standard. One day, they decided they will discontinue their education immediately after the 12th and do some job in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is a fast growing city. So they thought they will definitely get job. We will make our parents also agree to this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Now exams are over. 3 of them continued their studies as they listened to their parent's advice that they can get a very good job once they finish their graduation. But the remaining 1 thinking that other 3 will follow A came to Banagalore and joined a job in some reputed Bank. Its the job of the consultant who approach ppl asking to take loans from them. A is just 17yrs. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;OK by reading the above story many of you might have had different thoughts. One might have thought A is brilliant, or A shouldn’t have done so etc etc.. The salary what A is earning is not even sufficient for her hostel rent.. How can she survive in this city where cost of living is going high day by day? She still has time to think n act or listen to her parents.. But NO. She doesn’t want to study any more.. Nor think what can be done! Just doesn’t want to loose the 4K being earned currently. The person who has been roaming around in shopping malls, buying whatever comes to mind n njoying life now doesn’t want to listen to anyone and do whatever comes to mind!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Garden city, Silicon city, pensioner’s paradise (once upon a time)!! Many *tag names*. Is it possible for any non-bangalorean to imagine how the life style here can influence a new comer? I came to this place almost 2 yrs ago. Not that I came for the first time. I was a visitor till then. Now I'm living in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I hear people telling how the city has changed over the years. Along with that, it has changed the lifestyle of Banagloreans as well. I agree to the point that Change should be acceptable.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;When I had to leave my hometown and come to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, I had to listen to a lecture from my parents about how I should be, what I should do, what I should not. There were a list of standing instructions. Then I felt why are they so worried? Don't they have confidence on their daughter, is it soo difficult to manage alone etc etc. Now I realize the value of that when I see one of my hostel mate who came to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; when I came and the changes in her lifestyle, thoughts etc etc.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; This may not be true with all, but still…. !!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-2412404052197586785?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/2412404052197586785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=2412404052197586785' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/2412404052197586785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/2412404052197586785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2008/05/influence-of-bangalore-life.html' title='The influence of Bangalore Life!!!'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-7104859536405703693</id><published>2008-05-17T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T04:08:49.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life in Bangalore during Weekends..</title><content type='html'>After a long long time, I had to stay back during this weekend in B'lore. Reason: Office :( 2nd May was declared holiday to make that a long weekend. So today is a working day. Who will come and work on any saturday unless someone has a deadline to finish n hectic schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I seriously don't have any work today. Doing Full Time Pass (FTP). Not many ppl in office. No mails.. :P Thats the biggest boring part ;) During week days, every 10 mins there will be a pop-up from my outlook. I curse them Bcoz I cant finish my work reading those mails.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I have read all my friends blog. The height of joblessness, I read all old posts from my own blog. I  ate head of all my friends who were online. I never knew this would be the case. Hah n tomo! what do I do is the next question?? All my friends happily in mysore :) Few attending some coaching classes.. So should find out some crazy n creative ways to do timepass.. Coz I hate going to shopping malls which will be crowded.. :( Poor me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, never knew life in B'lore during weekends will be soo boring!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-7104859536405703693?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/7104859536405703693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=7104859536405703693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/7104859536405703693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/7104859536405703693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-life-in-bangalore-during-weekends.html' title='My Life in Bangalore during Weekends..'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-8655324316055266573</id><published>2008-05-08T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T21:13:38.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. LAST MOVIE YOU SAW IN A THEATER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aramane, a stupid kannada movie. Except the photography, didn't like anything :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a been a long time after a read a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. FAVORITE BOARD GAME?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. FAVORITE MAGAZINE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outlook, Balamangala :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. FAVORITE SMELLS?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Smell of Rain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="msolistparagraph"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="msolistparagraphcxspmiddle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. FAVORITE SOUND? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="msolistparagraphcxspmiddle"&gt; Chirping of birds, rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="msolistparagraphcxspmiddle"&gt; Breach of trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="msolistparagraphcxspmiddle"&gt; Why did the sun rise so early? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. FAVORITE &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;FAST FOOD PLACE&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="msolistparagraphcxspmiddle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;A small Idli shop near market in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mysore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="msolistparagraphcxspmiddle"&gt; Kshitij, Smrithi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. FINISH THIS STATEMENT. "IF I HAD A LOT OF MONEY I'D...?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="msolistparagraphcxspmiddle"&gt; Start an old age home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. DO YOU DRIVE FAST?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="msolistparagraphcxsplast" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Nope :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="msolistparagraphcxsplast" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt; No. It will be in my cupboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. STORMS-COOL OR SCARY?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="msolistparagraphcxsplast" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Yet to buy one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. FAVORITE DRINK?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MintLime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. FINISH THIS STATEMENT, "IF I HAD THE TIME I WOULD .....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="msolistparagraphcxsplast" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Do some crazy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS ON BROCCOLI?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="msolistparagraphcxsplast" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt; whats that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOR, WHAT WOULD BE YOUR CHOICE? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="msolistparagraphcxsplast" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt; I want it to be Black itself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. NAME ALL THE DIFFERENT CITIES/TOWNS YOU HAVE LIVED IN. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="msolistparagraphcxsplast" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt; Mysore &amp;amp; &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="msolistparagraphcxsplast" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt; Basket Ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="msolistparagraphcxsplast" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt; Very good at heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="msolistparagraphcxsplast" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt; My diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE BORN AS YOURSELF AGAIN?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="msolistparagraphcxsplast" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt; Yes definitely :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. MORNING PERSON, OR NIGHT OWL?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="msolistparagraphcxsplast" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. OVER EASY, OR SUNNY SIDE UP?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="msolistparagraphcxsplast" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. FAVORITE PLACE TO RELAX?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="msolistparagraphcxsplast" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt; My hometown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28. FAVORITE PIE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="msolistparagraphcxsplast" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; hmm difficult one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;29. FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. OF ALL THE PEOPLE YOU TAGGED THIS TO, WHO'S MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND FIRST? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dhanya..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-8655324316055266573?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/8655324316055266573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=8655324316055266573' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/8655324316055266573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/8655324316055266573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2008/05/tagged.html' title='Tagged...'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-5636023138053287581</id><published>2008-05-03T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T10:11:07.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milan 08'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Backstage'/><title type='text'>Back stage work.. Awesome!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Great Arrangements, superb stage, Performance by kids, youngsters, fireworks, dinner n then disco..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What am I talking about? Any guess? Dont think that I'm talking about some reality show I might have watched in TV..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Guess what? You can't.. :) Let me tell u. NSN celebrated its first year B'day &lt;i&gt;'Milan 08' &lt;/i&gt;on 4th April, 08. The preparation for this mega event had started three months earlier. I wanted to be part of the performers as last year. But how? where? No I didn't know.. Is it on stage? back stage? In-front of the stage? seriously no idea. But that enthu of participating was high enough for me to do something unusual than my routine :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It all started like this. I didnt want to take part in dance as previous year. My hectic project schedules didnt allow me for practice.. I kept on telling my best buddy in office if I can help him out in anything.. His name will be the buzz word in office during such cultural event organizing and all other stuff.. He is such&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a creative creature on this earth :D The next moment I was part of the &lt;i&gt;Public Relations &lt;/i&gt;team for the event, which manages creating posters for the event, online magazines, countdown posters, organizing run-up events for the D-day and many such activities.. It was fun working with that new team, new group of ppl and the major highlight was, entirely a different work than what I do as my routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The team members spent time, after office hours to design posters, stage design etc etc n had nice fun too.. Few of them did night outs also. :D There were run-up events like treasure hunt, queen of sheeba, wardrobe malfuntioning etc for the employees to participate and win some prizes! As the D-day was nearing, everyone in the team right from management became more n more serious listing down the responsibilities to be taken on D-day n assigning it to someone who can handle it well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Here comes the D-day!! Yes it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; 4th Apr, 08. Venue was sheesh Mahal, Palace grounds, Bangalore. Can you guess where I was on that day? I was in the Audio-video console right infront of the stage. That was the day when I realized how much background work is required for an event to be successful! Audience just sit at the back for about 2-3 hours and give their comments good n bad on all the events and just go. Even I myself have done that many times. But that day I realized how many ppl have to put their efforts, creativity to make an event successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We had a script with us which contained details about what would happen on stage right from the beginning till the end. Every moment, changing the background score, animations, some intro ppt, spot light position, automated camera movement, sound adjustment, LCD content, AV screen display, crystal set-up etc etc.. was being handled by so many people there with the co-ordination of few more at the back stage!! It was the team work and the creativity which made all these happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SBybb2n789I/AAAAAAAAAbU/y5oYwj2IHn4/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SBybb2n789I/AAAAAAAAAbU/y5oYwj2IHn4/s400/DSC_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196198972900504530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great Minds behind Milan 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Finally, it was my happiest moment when Mr.Hans, the DC B'lore head gave me a handshake for being part of the organizing team and said 'well done!'.It was the last part of &lt;i&gt;'Milan 08' &lt;/i&gt;(on stage). Whenever my friend Ms.PP told happily that she spoke to her company CEO or gave handshake, I always asked her whats so great in that? That moment I remembered her on the stage and realized how she might have felt at that moment.. It was a very good experience n learning all together. Felt like sharing it with u all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And most important thing, Thanks to my best pal Mr. AB who motivated me to be part of this n gave me an opportunity.. !!! :) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;~ Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Sady :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-5636023138053287581?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5636023138053287581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=5636023138053287581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/5636023138053287581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/5636023138053287581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-stage-work-awesome.html' title='Back stage work.. Awesome!! :)'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SBybb2n789I/AAAAAAAAAbU/y5oYwj2IHn4/s72-c/DSC_0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-7458622762356633528</id><published>2007-09-30T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T03:07:11.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious hours of life!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm its been a looong time after I posted the last one.. I had lost interest in updating my blog. Had so much work that I didnt spare time to write. Wanted to write on so many topics, but by the time I start putting down words on that topic, that would have become old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I dont know how people waste time doing nothing. As usual shruti n me were travelling to Mysore by train. Its just 3 hrs journey and we will have lots to talk about. But still we carried some novels, some magazines etc to read on our journey. Sometimes, during the journey I talk to the co-passengers and get to know them which is a good hobby according me atleast. But there were 3 passengers sitting opposite to us. They didnt speak to each other. Didnt read anything. Didnt sleep. Didnt look out of the window to see the nature. But they simply wasted 3 hours. How can a person waste 3 precious hours of his life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For me I dont find time to do many things in my busy schedule. I can list down the things what all I wanna do apart from my office work... For example,&lt;br /&gt;1. I read kannada literature. I have finished only a few books of some specific authors. There are lot more to read. :)&lt;br /&gt;2. I love classical music. Though I dont try singing I will listen to it. Now I wanna learn, Mandoline or Violine :)&lt;br /&gt;3. Read those columns in newspaper which I read regularly.&lt;br /&gt;4. Learn Car driving&lt;br /&gt;5. Visit those places which I have not visited yet.&lt;br /&gt;6. Trekking&lt;br /&gt;7. Eat in a famous restaurant and the special dish of that place&lt;br /&gt;8 and ya Technology update without which I cant survive in my profession..&lt;br /&gt;9. Cooking.. Learn to cook new dishes&lt;br /&gt;10. etc etc&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on and on.. If I plan to do all of them, I really dont find time to sleep also. When there are so many things to keep ourselves busy, how can a person waste few hours of his lifetime doing nothing!!!! I'm still wondering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of my friend keeps telling that we spend 20 years of our life sleeping. If we sleep 8 hours per day, couting the number of hrs since the birth of a human being till his death, its approximately 20 years!!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If u want to achieve something in life, then stop sleeping and start working towards it!!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-7458622762356633528?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/7458622762356633528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=7458622762356633528' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/7458622762356633528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/7458622762356633528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2007/09/precious-hours-of-life.html' title='Precious hours of life!!!'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-7372365718418492963</id><published>2007-07-18T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T04:32:29.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its 19th July tomorrow, B'day again.. But not mine ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/Rp32DHl3A5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/QfMiI_lmv9Y/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/Rp32DHl3A5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/QfMiI_lmv9Y/s320/untitled1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088493687436411794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This post is especially dedicated to my beloved friend pallu :) Do u know y? It’s her B’day tomo. When I wrote about my B’day, definitely have to write something for her B’day also. Hey pallu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wish u a very Happy n wonderful B’day&lt;/span&gt; :) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Many more happy returns of the day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s been 13 yrs since I know her. It’s not just that I know her. She is part of my life n family now. It’s incomplete without her :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I met her in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sadvidya&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Primary school&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, when I joined there for 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; std. That was the time she too had joined. It’s been a long journey since then. We never got to know how we became so intimate. Friends, classmates, seniors, juniors, teachers everyone in our school remember both of us even to this day. If they meet any one of us, definitely they will ask about the other person. That’s how we were and we are. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today I was remembering her B’day 13 yrs ago. Suddenly the idea of this post came to my mind. 13 yrs ago, u know what was my gift to her?? I donno whether she still remembers it or not! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Five Star”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;chocolate!. It was my dad who insisted me to gift her on her B’day. It was just 1 month after we knew each other. I didn’t know what to gift. I never gave gifts to anyone till then. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As it is in every friendship, even we fought, argued, and sometimes stopped talking also. But that was not the end. Though she moved to different city as her father got transferred, we were in contact. Thanks to the letter writing habit and then to the communication technology which didn’t make us feel we are not together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now again, she is with me. I doubt whether I’ll be there with her for this B’day or not!! Both of us will be working sitting in front of computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, I wish her a very Happy B’day n wonderful year ahead :) I remember the following lines of some SMS .. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/Rp33n3l3A-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/bjDqv-61SgA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/Rp33n3l3A-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/bjDqv-61SgA/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088495418308232162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Met u,&lt;br /&gt;Became friends,&lt;br /&gt;Had fun,&lt;br /&gt;Freaked out,&lt;br /&gt;Shared secrets,&lt;br /&gt;Fought wid u, over u, for u..&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;wid&gt;&lt;/wid&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wid over="" for="" u=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Cried for u n wid u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/wid&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="ES" &gt;&lt;for&gt;&lt;/for&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;wid over="" for="" u=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;for wid="" u=""&gt;Teased u,&lt;br /&gt;Hurt u,&lt;br /&gt;Missed u,&lt;/for&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N here I’m still thinking of u.. huh!! Long journey rt?&lt;br /&gt;Hope it never ends… :)&lt;/wid&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;wid over="" for="" u=""&gt;&lt;/wid&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;wid over="" for="" u=""&gt;Cheers,&lt;/wid&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;wid over="" for="" u=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sady :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/wid&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-7372365718418492963?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/7372365718418492963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=7372365718418492963' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/7372365718418492963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/7372365718418492963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-19th-july-tomorrow-bday-again-but.html' title='Its 19th July tomorrow, B&apos;day again.. But not mine ;)'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/Rp32DHl3A5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/QfMiI_lmv9Y/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-7566242330088915407</id><published>2007-07-11T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T02:35:42.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best ever B’day on 07/07/07  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/RpSkGPt-kWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/43g8woBh0ac/s1600-h/DSC00455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/RpSkGPt-kWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/43g8woBh0ac/s320/DSC00455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085870306413678946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This time my B’day&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;was something special.. U know why? One of the reasons is it was on 07.07.07 and one more it was the costliest B’day ever he he..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this B’day I got to know with how many ppl I converse without any break.. I myself didn’t know that I talk to soo many ppl.. Many of my friends and collegues remembered my B’day and wished me!!! Great &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with this, lot of B’day gifts!!! Each gift is nice and cute!!!  &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey forgot to tell, I even cut the cake.. &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was the second or third time &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Always my B’days were something like get up early in the morning, take headbath, wear new dress n goto temple. Then have sweets which mummy would have prepared n also what daddy would have brought.. Go out with friends in the morning. Again in the night go out for dinner with parents.. &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; This time papa got cake too.. This time I started feeling as if I’m growing younger with every B’day &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks to all who made my day a very special day &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sady :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-7566242330088915407?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/7566242330088915407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=7566242330088915407' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/7566242330088915407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/7566242330088915407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-best-ever-bday-on-070707.html' title='My best ever B’day on 07/07/07  :)'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/RpSkGPt-kWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/43g8woBh0ac/s72-c/DSC00455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-7957258863338028805</id><published>2007-07-06T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T04:52:55.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The feel at  the end of one year in IT industry  :)</title><content type='html'>I completed an year in this IT industry on 3rd july 2007. Along with the proudness of sticking onto the same company into which I joined, a year ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were my expectations? How was that feeling when I was about to join?? Ofcourse all of u would have gone through that stage. But let me share my thoughts regarding that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I got this offer through my campus recruitment. So never ever faced the problem of searching for a job after completion of degree.. I’m lucky for that matter. It was just after my final sem exams when I had only 15 days of vacation. I mean only 15 days were left for my joining.. I had to search for my accommodation in Bangalore within that time, which was very painful..  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before the joining day, I was somewhat excited and somewhat tensed. I had a picture of how the office environment will be as I did my final sem prj here. But the tension was how will I be able to handle the responsibilities? Will the teammates be co-operative? Etc etc…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my surprise there were only 2 in my team including me ;). I got a very good support from my team as and when more ppl joined. I was the youngest among all.. they treated me as if I’m a kindergarden kid. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I even got the chance to know whats job insecurity, how will the deadlines be, why ppl change jobs, the term called "on bench" , etc ect.. To tell in short, experienced the heat of IT industry in all sorts.. :) I even got to know many ppl who were my collegues n now few of them are my best buddies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now when I look back, its a nice experience. Never got to know how an year passed. One major thing I understood is Learning is a continous process, no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m an experienced professional in the corporate world!!! No more a fresher :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the second part at the end of 2nd year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Sadhana :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-7957258863338028805?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/7957258863338028805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=7957258863338028805' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/7957258863338028805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/7957258863338028805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-completed-year-in-this-it-industry-on_9986.html' title='The feel at  the end of one year in IT industry  :)'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-3683808048110082140</id><published>2007-05-11T04:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T04:10:59.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Speak..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s been a week almost after I posted the last one. I was busy with work. Couldn’t think of writing anything new. But why should one think anything to post whatever the thoughts are. That’s why this is thoughts into words.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get some crazy, emotional, sentimental thoughts in my mind. Some of them were like this don’t want to loose any friends, don’t want to get out of the college days. Always want to hangout with my best buddies in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;mysore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. Don’t want to go away from the person whom I like most, want to know more about that person without any reason etc etc. In the beginning I used to think, only I’m like that. Only I get such thoughts that may be stupid to others. So, never spoke about these with anyone. Then, after sometime I got to know from my age group girls that they do think on the same lines. Then, I understood its because of the same age we girls are thinking alike. But never thought guys too think on the same lines.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I’ve talked about my thoughts to my best buddies (guys especially), they always gave me philosophical advices which made me think ‘no guys don’t think like us. They are not sensitive to feelings. They are very rough. That may be the reason’. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But now that too has changed after reading few blogs written by some guys about such feelings. Don’t know in future how it will change again. But one thing I got to know is most of the people don’t speak their mind. Very few put them into words in a very beautiful way. Hoping to read many such blogs and hoping to meet many such people.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;--Sady :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-3683808048110082140?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/3683808048110082140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=3683808048110082140' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/3683808048110082140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/3683808048110082140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2007/05/mind-speak.html' title='Mind Speak..'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-8799585393366403130</id><published>2007-05-04T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T02:27:20.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those were the days :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/Rjr8E5uScTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KfKXJVUQkx4/s1600-h/DSCN1413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/Rjr8E5uScTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KfKXJVUQkx4/s320/DSCN1413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060634292448817458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I started writing blog because of no work.. But now it has become a habit to write and post it in the blog. I have found a lot of things to keep myself busy these days. This is one among them.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Though me n few other my batchmates (so called software engineers :) ) are happy in this industry, we always remember n talk about our college days in the lunch table. We talk about the gossips in the office, happenings, about the very bad food of our canteen, affairs going on, golden memories of our college life. When we start talking about the college days we will not go out of canteen for more than an hour.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is told the student life is golden life, really they were the golden days. I never knew how the 4 years of my engineering went. Those were the days when we used to attend the classes though not willingly but for the sake of our HOD ha ha :) Many a times we planned to bunk.. They were always the &lt;i style=""&gt;“Successful flop shows”&lt;/i&gt; in my words. One or the other person would oppose the mass bunks. If everyone agreed, we used to get caught by the lecturer. Now its not at all possible to bunk even if I wish to :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the part of playing Dumb charades in the free time, imitating the lecturers &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; etc. The most important, how can I forget the internals for which girls used to get the most valuable copying tips from guys :D&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roaming in and around Manasa Gangothri campus, Milkshake of yampa, food in PPH canteen, gossips of CS ( Cycle Stand ), Jayciana are really memorable.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with all these, the company project for which made our lecturers to keep an eye always thinking that we may not attend the classes of last semester!! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days when we really enjoyed!! Really feel like going back to the college days :) Sweet memories in a golden box :)&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To cherish all these memories together, most of us did meet  during this college day too. :) &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-8799585393366403130?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/8799585393366403130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=8799585393366403130' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/8799585393366403130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/8799585393366403130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2007/05/those-were-days.html' title='Those were the days :)'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/Rjr8E5uScTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KfKXJVUQkx4/s72-c/DSCN1413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-8108916351598478530</id><published>2007-04-25T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T04:31:46.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fun of eating an Ice cream and walking in the drizzle.. ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Imagine a calm, empty road.. when its drizzling with cool breeze, How about going for a long walk in that drizzle with an Ice cream in hand… !! Amazing thought.. When its reality still more nice..&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know something naughty too is popping up in your mind after reading the first two lines. But that imagination is left to you.. ;)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But such situations are very rare! Few people like to go for a looooong drive too.. But I don’t as I dnt have neither my activa here nor I’ve a 4-wheeler :P&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I enjoyed the long walk on a calm road with a Black-Current ice-cream [ :D ] in the first rain of this season ( called ‘Mungaru Male’ in kannada)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-8108916351598478530?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/8108916351598478530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=8108916351598478530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/8108916351598478530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/8108916351598478530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2007/04/fun-of-eating-ice-cream-and-walking-in.html' title='The fun of eating an Ice cream and walking in the drizzle.. ;)'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-1360078076621246763</id><published>2007-04-24T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T03:15:20.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"One statement can be (mis)understood in 100 different ways.. "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/Ri3YSwiobpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dZbFotK-eCk/s1600-h/confusion.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/Ri3YSwiobpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dZbFotK-eCk/s320/confusion.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056935773386337938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Nowadays I believe strongly in the above caption :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In case of SMS, you really can't Identify the tone or pitch of the sender. There is always a possibility of taking it in different sense instead of the intended one. It depends on how the recipient reads it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But I have observed such misunderstandings when people talk also. Few may feel that u r harsh.. for some others it may not be so. But I'm surprised how the speech/tone can be misunderstood!! I've experienced many such situations with myself. When this happens repeatedly, I tend to think I might be wrong. But I'll not get to know where I'm wrong!! I end up in a confusion :( &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;There might many such situations with u too.. How do u handle them? ( Without getting into confusion like me :P )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-1360078076621246763?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/1360078076621246763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=1360078076621246763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/1360078076621246763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/1360078076621246763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-statement-can-be-misunderstood-in.html' title='&quot;One statement can be (mis)understood in 100 different ways.. &quot;'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/Ri3YSwiobpI/AAAAAAAAABI/dZbFotK-eCk/s72-c/confusion.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-1142241003740567958</id><published>2007-03-26T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:48:13.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip to sakaleshpura..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/RgtE81M-u_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/_jyBRZV56wA/s1600-h/Sakaleshpur+-+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/RgtE81M-u_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/_jyBRZV56wA/s320/Sakaleshpur+-+144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047203619263134706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the days are going on only with work work and work, nothing else I always wish to goto some place which is full of greenary.. nice water falls and the most important no mobile netwrok connectivity :) where u can enjoy the nature to the maximum extent and take a break from the routine.. My one such adventure was when I went to Sakaleshpura trekk with my best buddies bhatta, jitha, pavi, nivi, vivek n laxmana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thick forest, many small n big water falls, bridges, lot many tunnels.. What else u need for a trekk other than these.. Group of friends to chat n enjoy on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is in the western ghats. Trekk was on the Railway track which was still under construction. We went till Donigall by Bus. It was 3:30AM. We started our trekk at 4AM. In that dark it was very difficult for me to walk on that railway track. Meanwhile I had to cross a bridge also when I felt that I shouldn't have come :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with the sun rise I found the trekk very exciting and interesting. Then I had to cross many more bridges. In that foggy weather the walk on the railway track with the chirping of the birds was an awesome experience :) On our way we were trying to find the elephants, peococks etc though we never found one ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we heard the horn sound, all of us guessed it in many different ways.. One would say it as bus horn, the other as the train. We never wanted a train to come there until we finish our trekk.. As per my (updated) knowledge about railways I knew the track is still under repair. So no train. But to our astonishment, the goods train with 6 engines and 53 coaches was there in the next fifteen minutes. We kept watching the train move. Later we got to know that there were no timings for the train as it was still under repair. That was the best part of our adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we reached the edakumeri station it was 1:30PM. we three girls were really tired by the time we reached there by walking almost 30kms. All of a sudden we had to change our plans as we could not move further as the short cut to the main road from there was closed. No permission to put tent in that place also. Finally, with the help of the station master we could come back by lorry which was supposedly for transporting the crane during landscape.. FOr our astonishment that lorry had the train wheels. We travelled back to sakaleshpura in tha open lorry in drizzling rain. It was remembering the chayya chayya song of 'Dilse'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice trip.. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-1142241003740567958?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/1142241003740567958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=1142241003740567958' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/1142241003740567958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/1142241003740567958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-trip-to-sakaleshpura.html' title='My trip to sakaleshpura..'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/RgtE81M-u_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/_jyBRZV56wA/s72-c/Sakaleshpur+-+144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-6186123856256020994</id><published>2007-03-26T02:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T05:15:28.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude is bliss..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I have a large circle of friends. But still sometimes I want to be alone.. Enjoy solitude! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Something like being alone in the room with a novel in hand and listening to a light music.I have enjoyed many such moments.. Not many people like solitude. One of my best pal says "Solitude is bliss".. It cannot be told in words.. It is to be experienced!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Sometimes I even feel like going to some place which is calm and out of all the happenings of the city. No mobile connectivity also. I keep visiting such places during some weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't know how many of u like such places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8522169851150190827-6186123856256020994?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/6186123856256020994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=6186123856256020994' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/6186123856256020994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/6186123856256020994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2007/03/solitude-is-bliss.html' title='Solitude is bliss..'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522169851150190827.post-1211813388367180619</id><published>2007-03-22T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T04:59:58.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why this blog??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why this blog??? I usually get a lot of things in my mind which are left as thoughts.. Thought let me put into words which you too can read and think if u ppl also get such thoughts like me.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522169851150190827-1211813388367180619?l=my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/feeds/1211813388367180619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8522169851150190827&amp;postID=1211813388367180619' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/1211813388367180619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522169851150190827/posts/default/1211813388367180619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-thoughts-into-words.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-this-blog.html' title='Why this blog??'/><author><name>Sadhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00244804351058283039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gix6Xd3lytg/SSzWzMQY0NI/AAAAAAAAEBU/1plslfaLq2M/S220/DSC01141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
