tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33581767154594982822024-02-21T22:49:56.706-08:00Carnivals of RustWelcome to my space... !Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358176715459498282.post-71196973173711841232011-03-08T04:00:00.000-08:002011-03-08T04:22:35.435-08:00An Ode to all the Homemakers....<div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQh78mxJonR7CacbPqHu3Yg3K15u8WkEF-4ojHosmTbpaWVfHTkSASfD0vK5NMEFNhZBftyuH2mTeRJkt_jLYY1R7yYVG9uWNuvyL-n7ZlPepYQOYPbfzkgY13HKWlk8fMg1cbXdHQk4jC/s1600-h/6a00d83452ceb069e200e54ffdbd9a8834-800wi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385484444408634978" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQh78mxJonR7CacbPqHu3Yg3K15u8WkEF-4ojHosmTbpaWVfHTkSASfD0vK5NMEFNhZBftyuH2mTeRJkt_jLYY1R7yYVG9uWNuvyL-n7ZlPepYQOYPbfzkgY13HKWlk8fMg1cbXdHQk4jC/s200/6a00d83452ceb069e200e54ffdbd9a8834-800wi.jpg" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 133px; text-align: center; " /></a>Have you ever felt that you are carrying the whole weight of the world on your shoulder? Why is it that only you have to do everything to keep thethings moving? Why should only you struggle to make your house a home?<br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Well these questions were pondering in my mind on a Friday evening. It was raining heavily and I was completely drenched on the way to my home from office. The first thing I wanted was a nice hot cup of Ginger Tea, Coz no matter what, there is no combination better than heavy rain and hot tea. I rushed to the kitchen only to find that the Fridge didn’t have any milk in it. I braved the rain, went to the nearest departmental store and purchased a carton of milk. I went back to the kitchen, all excited with the thought of having a hot tea. But things were not going my way. I found out that the Gas cylinder was empty. No matter how much I try and extract the last bit of LPG from the cylinder, the burner wouldn’t budge. I was pissed, but there was nothing I could do for a cup of tea. I mumbled a bit but thenrealised the best thing to do is accept the fact. So I decided to watchTV..</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">The hunt was on for the remote amongst the stack of magazines, CDs, andnewspapers and finally the remote. Switched on the TV, tuned in to themovie category only to be welcomed by a blank screen. There was a message from Tata Sky – “ Dear subscriber, Your services have been temporarily withdrawn for non-payment of the monthly subscription charges. Please makethe payment immediately to resume your services..” OH craap !! I forgot topay the charges.. Bloody hell !! No TV, and that too its a weekend !! Nooo !!</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">It was a good Friday evening. Our plans for a party had to be cancelled cozof the heavy rains. So I thought of spending some quality time at home allby myself as my roomie had also left for his hometown. But little did iknow what was in store for me!</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">All pissed off and irritated, I finally decided to catch up with my friends online and I barged into the bedroom to grab my laptop. By the time the laptop was booting up, I had somehow managed to calm myself down. I clicked on the Mozilla browser, and by default hit the Facebook URL. You won’t believe, I was again welcomed by an alert message. – “Dear Airtel Customer,Please pay the current month outstanding amount to enjoy uninterrupted services”.. I was spell bound. Have never felt so frustrated in life. I was like wondering, why is it that only I have to do everything. Why aren’t my roommates concerned at all? But what is the point.With nothing working in favour of me and left with no choices, I decided toread a novel. Still feeling irritated, Pissed and helpless somehow byaround 12.30, I slept off.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">But unfortunately, it was not over yet. I had to wake up the very next day,early in the morning as the maid had already come. Still groggy, somehowmanaged to get up, opened the door and went back to sleep, only to be wokenup by the maid, as there was no detergent powder and she couldn’t wash the clothes. I just could not believe it was happening to me. There are so many things to be taken care of in the house. I somehow told the maid to washthe clothes the next day, and finally just managed to doze off again.The door bell goes off again. It was the cook. Yes ! We have a cook. Abachelor’s boon. But not necessarily mine. She enters the kitchen andshouts out a list of things not available ranging from vegetables to atta and so on.. Man I had to finally pay her extra 50 bucks to go buy it andthen prepare brunch for me !! Add to it the additional effort of making her understand how to prepapre the normal roti – sabji without adding herown favourite masalas.. My God !! No one can ever dare to taste itagain... he he...</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">This was the time when i truly missed my Mom.. It is only now that Irealise how difficult it would have been for her to manage me, my sis, Dad, the maid, the cable wala, the newspaper wala, the household shopping etc etc etc.. the list goes on and on and on.... She never ever made any of us uncomfortable. Whatever we wanted was always available. She used to solely manage the entire household with such great perfection that I had almost taken it for granted. It is now when I have to personally manage these things that I realise the difficulty.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I want to take this opportunity to salute all wonderful homemakers who havebeen making houses as homes for so many years and meeting the needs of the entire family....</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I salute u Ma...This one is dedicated to you.. :)</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Cheers..Kash !</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">** This post was written way back on 25th of September 2009. But Re-publishing the same to mark the celebration of the International Women's Day...** </div><div align="justify">[Well , atleast this is a better way to cover up my laziness of not coming up with a new post.. :)]</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358176715459498282.post-66939326180315290552011-03-06T08:09:00.000-08:002011-03-06T10:42:48.881-08:00Say it once.. But mean it !<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaHYU_dqQinh6oI_BKyHvhKkC9yn2y9VCbUy0VzhFOGaRoMWsk6naLHsqSIhQ6PuHsqdSrKqWyiDEEx1bKCvdVaNGSbXi2AAYh5l13tGTWGryXDlcJzx8Hp8idnFYm5URG7e15v7-mxpE8/s1600/Bob_Marley_wallpaper_picture_image_free_music_Reggae_desktop_wallpaper_800.jpg"><img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaHYU_dqQinh6oI_BKyHvhKkC9yn2y9VCbUy0VzhFOGaRoMWsk6naLHsqSIhQ6PuHsqdSrKqWyiDEEx1bKCvdVaNGSbXi2AAYh5l13tGTWGryXDlcJzx8Hp8idnFYm5URG7e15v7-mxpE8/s200/Bob_Marley_wallpaper_picture_image_free_music_Reggae_desktop_wallpaper_800.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581005848892704802" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">My thoughts... put across in words by someone else... !!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"You may not be her first, or her only. She loved before, She may love again. But if she loves you now, What else should matter? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">She is not perfect, but you aren't either, but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice and admit to being human and making mistakes, Hold on to her and give her the most you can.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she would give you a part of her she knows you can break- Her Heart !</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than what she can give.. So..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, Miss her when she is not around and most of all Love her like you never loved her before !!! "</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">--- Words by Bob Marley !!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Respect !</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cheers.. Kash !</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358176715459498282.post-36914101918840236682011-03-05T15:45:00.000-08:002011-03-06T14:52:55.206-08:00Constantinople and the City of Troy...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjll_BodsbRLsYFDMIIKf7MrjjDioCefA5yY96tU2SU5Z7qdVUNYoCM_UMtD5oP4hkQupISKZZhkqbqpKjhJmtwZBhyhxcUMMIgR9HWh8GIlIjBaHLFerm8TlmBwSpB8TY3CcZBei01wkDr/s1600/rsz_p1000283.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjll_BodsbRLsYFDMIIKf7MrjjDioCefA5yY96tU2SU5Z7qdVUNYoCM_UMtD5oP4hkQupISKZZhkqbqpKjhJmtwZBhyhxcUMMIgR9HWh8GIlIjBaHLFerm8TlmBwSpB8TY3CcZBei01wkDr/s200/rsz_p1000283.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580746664254636370" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Belly dancing. Bustling bazaars. They all scream Turkey. With one foot in the East and one in the West, it’s an explosion of cultures and influences. And as one can imagine, the results are pretty amazing.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">Ottoman mosques rub shoulders with Roman temples. Spice markets sit alongside chic boutiques. And dramatic mountains sweep down to sun-baked beaches. Talking of which, Turkey comes out all guns blazing on the sun, sea and sand front with waters of deepest blue whispering sweet nothings to gold-dust sands. More on that , when I move to Troy… </span><span style="line-height: 115%; ">J</span><span style="line-height: 115%; "><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">What’s best is, most of Turkey’s destinations have lost little of their native flavor. You’ll find sugar-cube towns, old castles and temples peppering many of the key sun-traps.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%; "> And if it’s history you’re after, you couldn’t ask for more. Each and every place is a Journey back in time. One can spend hours together gazing in awe at needle-like minarets in Istanbul. The Haga Sophia mosque, right in the middle of the city, lives up to its title of being one of the “Key Attractions” of Istanbul..<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">The Topkapi castle and the and the Aya Sophia Muezi take you back to the world that was, during the time of Istanbul was Constantinople..<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">And if by any chance one gets misleaded that Istanbul is all about History, Culture and nothing else, Well umm.. This city of surprises has loads to offer.. ! This exotic country is also moving with the times. If one side of the city is filled with Tradition, (Sultanahmat), the other end (Taksim Square) is ready to show you the ever lively night life. A street filled with eating joints, pubs, Clubs, shops and bands playing songs, people walking aimlessly just to while away time, you have it all… <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">The most enchanting visit was to the City of Troy, just 4 hours of drive from Istanbul. The History behind that four lettered City is so intense that one can be immediately be transported to the battle ground where the fight between Prince Hector and Achilles took place.. Etched more in our minds as Brad Pitt fighting Eric Bana.. </span><span style="line-height: 115%; ">J</span><span style="line-height: 115%; "><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Wherever you make tracks in this mesmerizing Middle-East-meets-Europe land you’re sure to</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "> fall for its charms in a heartbeat.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">For More pictures visit: </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/82916621@N00/sets/72157626078335803/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/82916621@N00/sets/72157626078335803/</a></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">Cheers..</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Kash !</span></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358176715459498282.post-4445676038851024302010-06-21T08:18:00.000-07:002010-06-21T08:37:18.900-07:00Anything for a Click...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgWlmbRLxR2DQ7KmZyOl_sj24iA45E6hwXric1ioA9YGU66Kdck583SK4kuDad50me1xvUJGX9fzrJm79Po5ExiFt7bimPQWrYBGmD6D5XEb6FKTPmNVD4OZUFiFbdupfFlyykYOyJyW0_/s1600/papparazi+now.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgWlmbRLxR2DQ7KmZyOl_sj24iA45E6hwXric1ioA9YGU66Kdck583SK4kuDad50me1xvUJGX9fzrJm79Po5ExiFt7bimPQWrYBGmD6D5XEb6FKTPmNVD4OZUFiFbdupfFlyykYOyJyW0_/s200/papparazi+now.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485250897407875058" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">At a party one of my friend spills a drink her lovely dress and is all upset that the red wine that may leave a stain on her priced possession. Suddenly she breaks into a beautiful smile when she spots one of our friends clicking the party photographs.In a fraction of a second, she completely forgot her moment of agony and is all set for a best pose for the snap..<br /><br />Ever wondered how our brains are ususally wired to smile, pose, act the moment you see a camera around.. Well...this is what a camera can do to you... :)<br /><br />This lil black cube with a lens on one side and a wanna be fotographer on the other (Not always) can at least for an instant make people forget about what is happening and Pose for a snap for an everlasting memory... It is very difficult to capture natural, innocent snaps of the subjects unless it is taken without their knowledge. The xception being Babies and Animals whose brains are not yet tainted by the latest show on Mtv, Fashion Tv and hell of a lot of add ons that come along... Or so I feel.....<br /><br />Recently, in Goa, We were playing beach volley with a couple of my friends. Suddenly we just stopped the game, Pulled our tummies in and gave the best plastic smile we could manage in the hot sun. All this coz one of our friends wanted to take a casual snap of us playing.. he he.. His attempts to get the natural look failed coz all of us were aware of the lil black cube waiting to capture us, so we wanted to be in the best possible self.<br /><br />But this was how it used to be some time back. Now with the easy availability if cameras, Social networking sites and digital media, I feel that the current generation prefers to throw caution out of the window. Everyone is vying for their quick shot to fame. The youngsters today are ready to fall to any level if they are sure that fame is bound to follow.<br /><br />The success of all the silly shows on TV like Splitsvilla, Emotional Atyachar, Roadies, Truth, Love Cash and a truck load of others just go on to prove that Sleaze, Abuse, Sex, Dirty talk, anything, just about anything is fine with the guys as long as they are on TV.In this crazy rush for fame, many often forget the sensitivities associated with it.<br /><br />Not many have had a pleasant experience always. There have been incidents where the subject often becomes a victim of voyeurism. I believe all this can be attributed to the easy and cheap availability of technology and a media which doesn't think beyond TRP.<br /><br />I myself being a person who loves photography, would love to see the camera being in the right hands and doing the right job.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Image Source: - Google Images</span></span><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358176715459498282.post-47076531001516002642010-04-05T09:13:00.000-07:002010-04-05T09:54:40.426-07:00Are you Listening ???<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw-z1MgOBF5j5y7BHYZdWzbYmwJQcA8BX7C41U3oidUnEkZx4jlMpy47OMxmAlCUr9u8OpiF3L_Hz6LEJ0__snqqtYb1vXMJmzMGHgmb8jRWTLUBYDBWV78BLGHMo_-h0t8klMZjdA1RLJ/s1600/listening.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw-z1MgOBF5j5y7BHYZdWzbYmwJQcA8BX7C41U3oidUnEkZx4jlMpy47OMxmAlCUr9u8OpiF3L_Hz6LEJ0__snqqtYb1vXMJmzMGHgmb8jRWTLUBYDBWV78BLGHMo_-h0t8klMZjdA1RLJ/s200/listening.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456697668391154626" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I often find myself amidst conversations where I wonder, is the listener actually listening ! Blame it on the non stop nonsense that my talking is often referred to. But how does one actually find if we are sounding "boring" to the listener? Well based on my little research and experience, this is what I have observed.... Read on to find out more....<br /><br />Repeated, perfunctory responses. A person who says, “Oh really? Oh really? That’s interesting. Oh really?” is probably not too engaged.<br /><br />Simple questions. People that are bored ask simple questions. “When did you move?” “Where did you go?” People that are interested ask more complicated questions, which shows curiosity, not mere politeness.<br /><br />Interruption. Although it sounds rude, interruption is actually a good sign. It means a person is bursting to say something, and that shows interest. Similarly …<br /><br />Request for clarification. A person who is sincerely interested in what you’re saying will need you to elaborate or to explain. “What does that term mean?” “When exactly did that happen?” “Back up and tell me what happened first” are the kind of questions that show that someone is trying closely to follow what you’re saying.<br /><br />Imbalance of talking time. I suspect that many people suppose that they usually do 80 percent of the talking in a conversation because people find them fascinating. Sometimes, it’s true; if a discussion involves a huge download of information desired by the listener, that’s a very satisfying kind of conversation. In general, though, people who are interested in a subject have things to say themselves; they want to add their own opinions, information, and experiences. If they aren’t doing that, they probably just want the conversation to end faster.<br /><br />Body position. People with a good connection generally turn fully to face each other. A person who is partially turned away isn’t fully embracing the conversation.<br /><br />Audience posture. Back in 1885, Sir Francis Galton wrote a paper called “The Measurement of Fidget.” He determined that people slouch and lean when bored, so a speaker can measure the boredom of an audience by seeing how far from vertically upright they are. In addition, attentive people fidget less; bored people fidget more. An audience that remains upright is still interested, while an audience that is horizontal and squirmy is bored.<br /><br />I often remind myself of La Rochefoucauld’s observation, “We are always bored by those whom we bore.”<br /><br />Well that is a cursory glance at identifying boredom... Hope it did not bore you guys as well.. hehe....<br /><br /><br />Image Source: <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Google Images</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358176715459498282.post-72886654952390148022010-02-12T12:00:00.000-08:002010-02-12T12:08:51.981-08:00Thank you...His career graph had reached the spot earlier than he himself had expected. He was so much obsessed with what he wanted to achieve, that he had almost let go of his personal self. He had channelized all his energy and focus towards achieving what he dreamt of !..<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />His own sense of accomplishment had driven him to a totally different world where he felt that he had to prove himself even more. In his mad quest for success, he had not even realized that he had climbed up the corporate ladder so swiftly that he had left behind many of his friends, many of his colleagues and even his close family members. Sometimes he himself was perplexed at the thought .. “ Against whom am I racing? Why am I in such a big hurry ? Who else do I have to prove? How much more do I need to achieve? When should I stop? “<br /><br />He was at the Dubai International Airport, he was bound for London for another one of his regular Business visits. He decided to while away the transit time at the airport by enjoying the Dubai Shopping Festival. Suddenly an announcement was made that his flight to Heathrow airport was delayed by an hour. He was done wandering around in the airport. He gifted himself in some expensive watches, perfumes and Liquor, that’s when he decided to immerse himself into his laptop so he could be well prepared for the presentation. In the midst of the crowded lobby filled with people enjoying the festive and shopping mood he was the only person with a serious look on his face, with his eyes perched on the laptop.<br /><br />Suddenly he catches a very beautiful pair of eyes staring at him. He casually notices and digs himself back on to the laptop screen. Suddenly his heart skipped a beat ! Oh my God ! Was it her ?? He lifted his head up rather hesitantly this time and there she was. It was indeed her. How could he ever forget those beautiful eyes. All of a sudden he felt very weak on his knees. He could feel all of the blood from his body gushing towards his head. He was feeling very uneasy. Unable to hold himself back, he decided to get up and walk away.<br /><br />Four long years had passed after she had walked away from his life for no possible reason. Every single day he prayed to God that one day, he needs to confront her and ask her Why? But when it actually happened, he found out that he was unable to get a hold of himself. The aura that surrounded him, that of a young and extremely successful executive had shattered to that of a regular guy trying hard to get a hold of his personal self !<br /><br />Just as he was about to leave, she walked up to him. The moment he looked into her eyes, everything around him had come to a standstill. The life that he had left behind, his past was very vivid and vibrant before him. After a momentary silence and an awkward minute later, she broke the silence with a very feeble “Hi”. Though his mind was screaming with in himself to vent out his emotions, he finally came out with a very courteous greeting. After the exchange of pleasantries, she mustered up the courage to say “I am sorry for what had happened. I truly am.”<br /><br />He looked into her eyes for a couple of seconds longer, and finally managed to say that , everybody has a right to make a choice and that she had made hers and that she doesn’t need to apologize.<br /><br />Saying this he just walked away from her still trying to get a hold of himself. He desperately wanted to look back at her, but didn’t. He fumbled with his laptop bag as he found that his hands and legs were no longer listening to him.<br /><br />The flight to London had announced its boarding and he proceeded towards it. He never got an answer to his question , Why she had done it coz he never managed to ask. But after meeting her he realized the reason for things currently happening around him. This was the reason why he set on a Race, a race with himself. His endless effort to prove himself at every opportunity that came his way. He realized that he should be thanking her for what has happened, as this has only lead to betterment of his life. The flight was taking off to a new destination and so was his life. He let off a smooth smile with her thoughts in his mind and was looking forward to life with a renewed sense of excitement.<br /><br />PS: A slightly longer post than the usual. Just felt like sharing this short story with all you people..<br /><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358176715459498282.post-9725878141092102992010-02-11T06:27:00.001-08:002010-02-11T06:29:28.276-08:00What a comeback...Those of you who take the risk to read my posts, this one is again dedicated to an unknown friend of mine.. the traffic cop who guards the junction on my way to office....<br /><br />Read post .. [<a href="http://mymindscribblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/regular-guy-or-may-be-not.html">A regular Guy.. may be not...</a>]<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Yes. The guy is back in form and I would say, terrific comeback brother. Our man was back in his best presentable form, the sternness was back on his face. The sense of ownership of the road was a silent yet loud message to everybody, His golden aviator shades were shining bright in the sunlight.<br /><br />It was just a phenomenal revival of the old cop, as mine was the first vehicle he caught for jumping the signal while it was Amber. There was no amount of sympathy or mercy shown to me. At one point even I wanted to shout out to him saying, Dude.. I have dedicated a post on my blog about you, and this is how you return the favor? But alas I could not say anything. Just that he let me off with a stern warning and an advice not to jump signals even when its amber as it can lead to blah blah blah blah…..<br /><br />After this episode, though I was disturbed, I was also happy at the fact that our man was back. That’s when I thought that everybody goes through a difficult phase in their lives. The sun doesn’t shine on you always. There will be rainy days as well. It all depends on how long you give yourself to make a comeback. I am happy at the fact that our cop was back in action and he was loving it..<br /><br />How much time did I take to make a comeback? A question I can answer only when people around me tell me that I am the same old chap with a renewed perspective towards life.. Till then I will be unable to give an answer to myself…<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358176715459498282.post-83671718778906785722010-02-08T03:38:00.000-08:002010-02-08T05:54:03.899-08:00Was that Me.. ???<div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; ">Well.. Saturday evening.. A time when everyone feels like partying, hanging out with some friends, basically freak out. And here I was at my home lazing out to an extent where my house maid quizzes me why am I sitting at home and not going anywhere..</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; ">In fact I was just spending time with myself, and activity which I follow once in a while. Suddenly I get this urge to head out of home, aimless, without any purpose. Just took out my vehicle and headed for a place called ‘Broken Bridge’.<span> </span>This is one of the most secluded places close to Elliots beach, a place rarely visited by many just because of its isolation. It’s a perfect locale for those interested in photography, the reason being its scenic beauty. This was exactly why <span></span>even I decided to go there.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; ">Yes, Photography is always something which has always excited me and to an extent I believe I should devote certain amount of time for things that keeps my mood upbeat. I believe if I put a little additional effort towards it, I can actually do a better job of it.. But never devoted that additional time...</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; ">I have always been this guy who procrastinates things to an extent where the excitement certainly does down.So here I was on a move to change my perception about myself. A task pretty difficult considering the fact that the person in question is me ! :)</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; ">Armed with my digital camera and my ever supporting companion, my IPOD, I reached my destination. It was around 5.40 in the evening, with the sun gradually beginning to resign for the day. The sight was just wonderful. A bridge jutted out towards the sea, which is broken half way, which is why the name, the sun setting down giving an orange shade to the entire sea, the waves making that never ending noise on the shore, as if inviting me towards the sea…</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; ">I was surprised to find out that I was enjoying the time with myself. With the IPOD playing one of my favorite tracks (Lift_ <a href="http://www.poetsofthefall.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;"><b><i>Poets of the fall</i></b></span></a>), and the camera lens let lose to capture what ever I felt could make some sense. I didn’t even realize that I had spent close to and hour and a half all by myself at the beach clicking pictures and being with self. I just loved the time I spent away from family, friends, bothering thoughts and other excess baggage in my mind and do something which I actually enjoy. Somehow, this thought came into my mind that I was indeed enjoying a date with myself… <span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;">J</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; ">After reaching back home and retiring to bed, as soon as I closed my eyes, I asked myself “ Was it indeed me?” I am not aware of the answer at present, but would definitely love to do it again..</p></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCIGl_CaATQvaHpZxXT6_HtMg9AUvFA6RrNoSsfWRuGU4vuhZcXTcZhc2KeuVSht9ZIEdJliXcOyHqwY69tCXCTrzCxr6zZO34ghWU1H6bwyt2hra0IHLlS-ISKnK5DAvojwTD5DvwDJht/s1600-h/CIMG0645+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCIGl_CaATQvaHpZxXT6_HtMg9AUvFA6RrNoSsfWRuGU4vuhZcXTcZhc2KeuVSht9ZIEdJliXcOyHqwY69tCXCTrzCxr6zZO34ghWU1H6bwyt2hra0IHLlS-ISKnK5DAvojwTD5DvwDJht/s200/CIMG0645+2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435840146689221090" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">This was one of the pictures I clicked after the sun had set and the waves were getting a bit rough... </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cheers.. Kash !</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358176715459498282.post-43108313697587906902010-02-05T06:51:00.000-08:002010-02-05T07:25:03.825-08:00Not the usual Sunday…<div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; ">Well the previous weekend wasn’t a regular kind of chill out weekend. It was more of an action packed Sunday, if put across in the most subtle manner.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; ">The day kicked off with a long ride to the Madras Motor Race track to catch up with the MRF International Motor Challenge 2010. It was an adrenaline pumping session. The race began with the MRF 1600 CC race cars burning rubber (that was the max they could do with their puny little engines). It was fun to watch around 15 cars starting the race with an enormous roar bursting out every little bit of power from the engines. The Local ace Ashwin Sunder ended up winning the race. It was indeed a nail biting finish.</p></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8OikHNpDz26kVLsYHdxtWvVJyhTUrgCZr1vzijqBAxfAp7N7EHuPbCxPBoWzVJWQSSp5wZ5uTpd1GrPmldpstZKCu9FaxLVAzmTA7EFkuqI5BCREkEGDvBqZjHRqVhSDhO1dqljbOXAUW/s1600-h/phphD6sIFAM.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8OikHNpDz26kVLsYHdxtWvVJyhTUrgCZr1vzijqBAxfAp7N7EHuPbCxPBoWzVJWQSSp5wZ5uTpd1GrPmldpstZKCu9FaxLVAzmTA7EFkuqI5BCREkEGDvBqZjHRqVhSDhO1dqljbOXAUW/s200/phphD6sIFAM.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434780591876448610" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">The next session was that of 600 CC superbikes, a race which I have been dying to watch it live. The engine roars of 8 superbikes together on the tarmac was just unbelievable. It was like rock music to my ears. Just to see all the riders decked up in complete riding gear, with souped up rides between their legs and race like there is no tomorrow was an experience of a life time.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Just being a spectator to these superfast cars and bikes had actually charged up my emotions as well. I somehow wanted to race on the track.. So what could the next best option be? Karting.. <span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;">J</span></span> Yes.. As soon as the race was over, me and my buddy left for a place called KART ATTACK.. One of the very famous Karting tracks in Chennai. We raced our hearts out during the sessions and it was even more fun as I was completely charged up with the race event in the morning. Some bumper to bumper racing on those karts were really exciting.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Post the racing session, we had plan to celebrate the weekend with a lovely dinner. We headed off to a one of the best Spanish joints in Chennai, Zaras. It was an amazing place to be… An awesome combination of Whiskey Cocktails, Beer, One of the best DJs in town and an amazing company. What more could I have asked for. It was a Funtaastic experience.. ;) </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Wait.. The day doesn’t end here. Post the party someone goes – “Hey there is a Sale going on in Levis and the store is open till 12AM. “ Well that was it. All of us headed off to the showroom and for the first time did some shopping at 12 AM and that too when I was off my senses.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">All in all it was an activity packed Sunday and I am definitely looking forward for much more Sundays like this one.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358176715459498282.post-14637241339634549712010-01-22T10:48:00.000-08:002010-01-22T20:32:50.254-08:00Celebration of Freedom !!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC7i3weQRaYbmY_t0eLaGR2cEqpPZoLa768t1D80RZce4ec6aPzXlOB5d7H7iaOVPFvqhhIGYlAQJ5e9hK8LZu6NNC31WBqajx6InN1zYuPTU2FhklC_zWFj_ngNqaadjaolb8cb-wo4YR/s1600-h/phpjsYEZbPM.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC7i3weQRaYbmY_t0eLaGR2cEqpPZoLa768t1D80RZce4ec6aPzXlOB5d7H7iaOVPFvqhhIGYlAQJ5e9hK8LZu6NNC31WBqajx6InN1zYuPTU2FhklC_zWFj_ngNqaadjaolb8cb-wo4YR/s200/phpjsYEZbPM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429644624397667058" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">A post which has been pending for a really long time. The 3 musketeers are back again. Once again, I present to you Manjunath, Mohit and Ashwin (Yours truly)..<br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />It was 15th August 2009. and this is the way the three of us decided to celebrate our freedom on Independence day. Apparently this date marks the third anniversary of our first ever biking trip to <a href="http://mymindscribblings.blogspot.com/2007/04/gsb.html">Gopal Swamy Betta</a>.. So We decided, no matter what we will go on a road trip once again!<br /><br />The rain gods were out with their full fury this time forcing us to rethink our plans for touching Agumbe – Known as the Chirapunji of the south, It rains like crazy there. So we decided to go to Mysore, spend some time there and get back. So as usual on the day of our trip I reached B’lore on a Friday morning (yeah, unfortunately I am still in Chennai). After reaching B’lore the three of us were just discussing about how wonderful Agumbe would be during the Monsoon season. Suddenly Mohit snapped – Guys, let’s head for Agumbe itself. Screw the rains.. It would be fun to ride in the rains…. Manja quickly agreed to the fun part. Both the guys were looking with great expectations at me. I was like – Wad da heck.. Agumbe it is.. Screw the rains…<br /><br />Over the years loads of things had changed. Manja had exploded to a level where he actually justifies the Spice girls’ song – “ Two Become One” .. Trust me, the guy has actually doubled his size. I had also bloated up from the puny little college guy to a lazy fat IT professional. The only guy who was fit and unchanged was Mohit. If the riders had changed so much, how can the rides remain the same, ryt? Manjunath had graduated from a Unicorn to a <a href="http://www.orkut.co.in/Main#AlbumZoom?uid=12839323208615330623&pid=1262368711861&aid=1235026857$pid=1262368711861">Royal Enfield Machismo 500</a>, (may be he actually realized only a beast can carry someone like him). Mohit had graduated from a 100 cc to a 150 cc Pulsar.. And I had undergraduated from a Rocking CBZ to a pillion rider this time.. Sob sob !!<br /><br />Manja, quickly turned on the GPS on his mobile to come out with a route from B’lore to Agumbe. And the riute was finalized. Bangalore – Chikmanglore Via Hassan. Hassan to Agumbe via Sringeri. Agumbe to Kudremukh. Once the route was finalized we were off..<br /><br />We were definitely not ready for the Fury of the Rain Gods this time.. We were spared till the time we were out of B’lore city.. We had a lovely lunch and we headed for our first overnight halt, Hassan. On our way to Hassan it started raining. All we could see was just a shade of white and grey in front of us. Every drop was hitting us so hard as if we were being pricked by needles on our faces. It was extremely difficult to ride. The wonderful cruising speeds of 110 + kms had been reduced to 50s and 60s. Even the loud thumping of Manja’s bullet could not be heard in the midst of the showers. We realized that there was no point in halting, so we kept on riding. It was an amazing experience. Finally we reached our first destination- Hassan, all drenched and wet and finally checked into a hotel. We had to hit Agumbe the next day morning.<br /><br />We started off the next day morning at 7.00 AM sharp and we headed off to the top most point in Agumbe.<br /><br />We expected the worst in terms of rains, but we were lucky enough that mother nature showed her mercy on us puny little riders. It didn’t rain at all. And we finally reached our destination all high and dry. The view from Agumbe was just breathtaking. The Hills covered with dense dark clouds and the sun struggling its way through the thick dark covering in front of it. The tree leaves where shining with the moisture of the early morning rains.. It was just amazing !<br /><br />Our next destination was Kudremukh. It was another couple of hours ride from Agumbe to Kudremukh. The ride was again awesome. We had to cross the Kudremukh wild life sanctuary. It was just an awesome feeling. Dense forests on both sides, lovely roads in the centre and an awesome cloud cover to top it all. We had a long ride to the top. Once we reached there, we just could not believe ourselves. It was an view which can blow anyone off their feet ! We just spend as much time as we could to take in the view, Enjoy the weather, take as many pictures as possible etc.<br /><br />We also had our own share of little adventures in between. The Monsoon had brought out all the leaches and two of them had found their comfortable spots, one on Mohit’s Neck and one on under my leg.<br /><br />After the lovely experience we headed our way back to B’lore . Three days of complete cut off from the hustle bustle of the city, no tensions, just the rides, nature and a fantastic feeling of independence. I guess the best way to celebrate our Independence. Just hope that in my life get a chance to go on many more such rides again and again…<br /><br />Cheers<br />Kash !<br /></span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358176715459498282.post-41709700601491947872010-01-09T20:15:00.001-08:002010-01-09T20:16:49.065-08:00At Peace.. !<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/82916621@N00/2531917620/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3114/2531917620_d7ab7cdfea_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a></div><span style=" margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.9em;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/82916621@N00/">Ashwin!!!</a></div></span><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;">Can you give me a better definition of being at peace other than this picture. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Every time I look at this picture my mind is transported to a complete tranquil phase. All I need to do is just close my eyes, and I can actually feel the chill air of Munnar on my face, which is also ruining my hair style ;) Alryt that wasn't needed, but what the heck !</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I feel as though there is no immediate destination that I need to reach.. It feels as though time has come to a halt, as though it is waiting for me to catch up with myself !</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I dedicate this post to the Mystique and Beauty of this lake placid..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cheers..</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kash !</div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358176715459498282.post-12371221411595786032010-01-09T11:59:00.001-08:002010-01-09T12:31:22.877-08:00Halong Bay_Nature's Marvel<div><br /></div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGJnEkVQStl3fwrKQexIajB1XI25prvoqMnE1Qfn83vlelbaAFOnzjfFJIt4btFBPx4nO1tW_I0lCqoTF2F-x_z-6uxuY3ueC9mtxIObxbUZ7jhUxs23MaNXZMT__cI4yD-MSsgEl90H6b/s1600-h/Title+pic+1.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGJnEkVQStl3fwrKQexIajB1XI25prvoqMnE1Qfn83vlelbaAFOnzjfFJIt4btFBPx4nO1tW_I0lCqoTF2F-x_z-6uxuY3ueC9mtxIObxbUZ7jhUxs23MaNXZMT__cI4yD-MSsgEl90H6b/s200/Title+pic+1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424834175793636274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a><div style="text-align: justify; ">The one place which actually justifies the statement "Heaven on Earth". Breath taking sceneries, amazingly cold weather, a lovely 2 day cruise through the calm sea, a route filled with unexplored beaches, islands abd caves.. and all this available at just 4 hrs drive through the county side from Hanoi. What more can one ask for?</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">Well guys thats Halong Bay for you.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">Imagine.. 3000 or more incredible Islands rising out of the calm and emrald green waters of the Gulf of Tonkin.. and all you have is a vision of breathtaking beauty. Halong bay is a true work of art, a priceless collection of unfinished sculptures hewn by mother nature's own hands. This place was recognised as a world heritage site in 1994, and is currenlty being considered to be included in the "New 7 wonders of the world".</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">Actually I was kind of wondering what is this hype around Halong bay. Right from the time I landed in Vietnam, I have been constantly getting to hear that I have to visit this place, else I am missing something in life, This is one must see place in Vietnam and even the New Zealander gal (read my previous post <a href="http://mymindscribblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/experiences-of-oriental-world-hanoi.html"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;">'Experiences of an oriental World'</span></i></b></a>) had told me that she had come all the way to Vietnam to spend a week in Halong Bay. So I had made it a point that no matter what I would definitely visit this place during my short stay in Vietnam.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">It was a early saturday morning. Temperature in Hanoi was around 12 degrees and we were off to Halong city. The drive through the country side was just amazing and my tour bus had an amazing blend of crowd. There were guys from China, Austrailia, Spain, Argentina, France and India.. [uhh.. that would be me and my colleague]. A couple of hours later we had reached Halong city, which looked just like a regular crowded port. After spending close to half an hour on formalities like passports,travel passes, tour maps etc, we finally were on the boat. And beleive me, my eyes were actually not ready for the treat they were about to get.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">Within just 20 minutes our boat was away from the hustle bustle of the crowded port and we were slowly cruising the the calm sea waters. This place is filled with huge mountains protruding right from the sea water, plus a number of unexplored caves and beaches. I just could not believe that we were actually in aplace like this. Majestic, Mysterious, Inspiring, Imperious... No matter how hard I try, no amount of words can do justice to this wonderful place.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">After cruising for close to about 3 hours throught the calm waters, we finally reached the one of the most famous caves here - Hang Dau Go.This is just one of those few caves that have actually been made tourist friendly with proper illumination, walk ways etc. The other not so privileged caves (actually the best caves for adrenaline junkies like me) are peppered through out the lime stone islands of Halong Bay. This was my very first experience inside a cave. The stalacmites were really huge and they were well illuminated to give the visitors a rich feel of the beauty of this place. There were also caves with extremely hostile environments.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">Post the visit, we proceeded back towards the boat and had amazing vietnamese food in the boat itself and finally we reached Catba Island by close to 6 PM in the evening. This was our halt for the night. A lovely small little island some 8 hours from Halong city, the place where we started the cruise. I spent the entire evening in this lonely little island with very few tourists. (Most of them spend the night in the boat itslef, without stepping onto land). It was an awesome experience. Away, far away from the maddening crowd, deadlines by bosses, commitments, responsibilities etc. This was the time and place just meant for you to be YOU ! I still remember at one point, I was all alone on the beach late in the night, I was just lying on the Hammock, staring at the star studded sky, cold wind brushing on my face and I just thanked God from the bottom of my heart for bringing me here and I am not ashamed to say that my eyes did moisten up a bit.. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">The second day had something even better on store. Right from the amazing view of sunrise by the beach to the trekking done at "Monkey Islads", everything was just picture perfect.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">All in all, I can understand the excitement and the flutter associated with this place. It truly is a marvellous place and one must find and excuse to visit this place atleast once in her / his lifetime. Gievn a chance I would love to fly there again !!! :)</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">I am posting a few pics that I had clicked for you to get a feel of this place.. I am deliberately leaving these snaps without any captions as I am sure that your imaginations would describe this place even better... :)</div></div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioAAxwg9k2ECn9I5IQBmYjykBFHuwVEUClvsofgzEbo4JfKacN-vN-a27CrDmqf43GMqU14XriLASrlteIBarP8G9ZZxgtneIJA6phKeUK5G1ckniFVZtimhG6B50JZ7KzomUZsIPXxwk4/s1600-h/pic+2+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioAAxwg9k2ECn9I5IQBmYjykBFHuwVEUClvsofgzEbo4JfKacN-vN-a27CrDmqf43GMqU14XriLASrlteIBarP8G9ZZxgtneIJA6phKeUK5G1ckniFVZtimhG6B50JZ7KzomUZsIPXxwk4/s200/pic+2+2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424834666556388450" /></a><div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYocYtq4EX_ur4B8bBv9PeN4wseWtNUpK4hG7OlJqHvc26HFyBK5vhKSo9MrE3QAgmXlefulKT3M_wFWwwb2miuVgYkPMUkSwR9DxZ4RnAbdfWndRktqrd_wKK3A-Igz6vHedeUF58IAuN/s1600-h/the+cave.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYocYtq4EX_ur4B8bBv9PeN4wseWtNUpK4hG7OlJqHvc26HFyBK5vhKSo9MrE3QAgmXlefulKT3M_wFWwwb2miuVgYkPMUkSwR9DxZ4RnAbdfWndRktqrd_wKK3A-Igz6vHedeUF58IAuN/s200/the+cave.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424837575809457634" style="display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-KHsDNnkl67YU61QwStyt07Dq2bumL8z7kgxeMXdU6pbWsze_M3GiQuGa05x5x9iIyawZBtOQNkt4-D5hHfkv6coWRjRxIaO2vKC3iTZTdAUh9yjxrqH35JDe46ZIwUU41ZZjOIMV_nFt/s1600-h/the+beach+1.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-KHsDNnkl67YU61QwStyt07Dq2bumL8z7kgxeMXdU6pbWsze_M3GiQuGa05x5x9iIyawZBtOQNkt4-D5hHfkv6coWRjRxIaO2vKC3iTZTdAUh9yjxrqH35JDe46ZIwUU41ZZjOIMV_nFt/s200/the+beach+1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424836606919187074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiYVUgt_E-ES7CO_r7DtzqVCb0WNIw0zTHWANzVnUz-_i4EvXpt-lNe1WmLuhkTjSY8x8ipPBLTxNzV1IgccEwEwCxuUtppAirRd4aMjPdYAjq1gdXEhfhyphenhyphene7MCwcxbESsfZ9rpDJYo0ip/s1600-h/pic+3+3.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiYVUgt_E-ES7CO_r7DtzqVCb0WNIw0zTHWANzVnUz-_i4EvXpt-lNe1WmLuhkTjSY8x8ipPBLTxNzV1IgccEwEwCxuUtppAirRd4aMjPdYAjq1gdXEhfhyphenhyphene7MCwcxbESsfZ9rpDJYo0ip/s200/pic+3+3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424835079964244530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a><br /><div>Well, I have just uploaded a few random snaps, but for all of you who are interested to see more can definitely get them at my Picasa web albums... </div><div><br /></div><div>Cheers..</div><div>Kash !</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358176715459498282.post-91957625517054510342010-01-07T11:05:00.000-08:002010-01-09T12:59:12.139-08:00What makes me write??<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglPJ3m4KS9s_7NF3700Nmy_Ofku3ET3x6jKd_lDlwzIJqobRLZ6pAwkTFiMYSu4ilZrfdSngNPLKC-FIimhh39kTqmP4GU7jQTAUjMYAam4-F9DnhgdxIb4SCPY_09rioDLYyRgfvZSs21/s1600-h/pen-and-paper.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglPJ3m4KS9s_7NF3700Nmy_Ofku3ET3x6jKd_lDlwzIJqobRLZ6pAwkTFiMYSu4ilZrfdSngNPLKC-FIimhh39kTqmP4GU7jQTAUjMYAam4-F9DnhgdxIb4SCPY_09rioDLYyRgfvZSs21/s200/pen-and-paper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424077091982173730" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Several times I have wondered what is it that makes me write... Well to be very honest I had started this blog just as a trip log when I used to go on frequent biking trips. It used to be just a periodical update on the different places visited, different experiences etc. Even my blog name was <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">riderash.blogspot.com</span></i>.. :o) Initially I used to enjoy it, but later on when the excitement died down, so did the frequency of my posts. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After a while I did change the content of my blog.. Started writing on two wheelers and automobiles and F1 sports etc, stuffs on which I can go on for hours together. Stuff which really interests me.. But then i realised i wasn't blogging in the true spirit. I was just sharing my interests and views on the latest happenings in the automotive world. I felt as though my blog had become an update centre of the auto industry without doing proper justice to it. Gradually the posts dwindled..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My blog had literally gone on a long slumber as I had completely left it for a while. Though there was always something in me that used to tell me, "Ashwin, Dude, revive your blog man, think of something, do something".. But still there was no action at all.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">2008 December.. An incident in my life jolted me so wildly that I was just knocked out of my regular track. It was a really tough time and with no one around I decided to just pen down random thoughts. I realised that this was the place where I could just honestly express myself without caring about anyone else. Unknowingly I started to love the freedom associated with writing in my own space. I could express my opinions on anything..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was at this point that I realised that all this while I was thinking of a topic to write about, an idea to keep my blog alive, when I actually don't need a particular topic that confines my thoughts. I want it to be boundryless. I no longer felt like - " Oh today I have to post something ". The feeling was more like - " Wow, I can write about this too.. " That explains the current blog name - <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">mymindscribblings.blogspot.com</span></i>.. A random scribbling pad for the never ending thoughts that flow everyday. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Psst... :o) All this high Funda gyaan on free flow of thoughts etc apart, I should honestly admit that the real reason that motivates me ultimately is the lovely comments that I receive from my wonderful readers who still put up with my crap and the increasing number that you see on the little blue widget below. [Yes.. I have managed to scale up from a poor 31 to a fairly decent 69 on the Indiblogger rankings.. :)].. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Am I letting my free flow of thoughts get tainted by a meagre number game or am I actually expressing my thoughts ... Umm.. I don't know the answer.. I leave it to you guys....</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cheers</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kash !</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><i>Image Source</i></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.wpromote.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/pen-and-paper.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66CCCC;">http://www.wpromote.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/pen-and-paper.jpg</span></a> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358176715459498282.post-6748255816537958222010-01-07T09:47:00.000-08:002010-01-07T09:58:32.593-08:00| Happy 2010 |<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTiWq1ASRHvcHZ2oQMLffanVLBotZLYjXHXne3vv2RT_ai3dStnd_8o-3PhhVrhDobKa1EjYCuUmXoJltvxz1cE0L6CzGjgEP7OVK_1WUeuXQxS5DmXYx8GbHbH_Gxr2Ybrd-Ra30g72Z-/s1600-h/happy_new_year_2007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTiWq1ASRHvcHZ2oQMLffanVLBotZLYjXHXne3vv2RT_ai3dStnd_8o-3PhhVrhDobKa1EjYCuUmXoJltvxz1cE0L6CzGjgEP7OVK_1WUeuXQxS5DmXYx8GbHbH_Gxr2Ybrd-Ra30g72Z-/s200/happy_new_year_2007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424058766673075778" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Many people look forward to the New Year for a new start on old habits. This year I challenge you to a new resolution. I challenge you to just be yourself.... Gift yourself a new soul !!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Wishing you a very happy and prosperous new year... I know its a bit too late, but as they say"Better late than never".. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cheers</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kash !!!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358176715459498282.post-43330798499674317662009-12-24T03:47:00.000-08:002009-12-24T03:56:37.714-08:00A regular guy.. Or may be not !!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi63XCCuJYjkuwG7olAavGC7U_8HAcSAjjoCL2M7J9qSGswgpXGC73LO2KKqR_HHMC10A1W6FmGbaqnI_kzgOze-U9xwB9AmmgpiimD5fip05tut1yB3R51XEuvEyg-pNL17wLZK1b9keAZ/s1600-h/cop.gif"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi63XCCuJYjkuwG7olAavGC7U_8HAcSAjjoCL2M7J9qSGswgpXGC73LO2KKqR_HHMC10A1W6FmGbaqnI_kzgOze-U9xwB9AmmgpiimD5fip05tut1yB3R51XEuvEyg-pNL17wLZK1b9keAZ/s200/cop.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418769329474572194" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I commute to office on my vehicle..</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hence a regular victim of all the traffic snarls, crowded junctions, maddening crowd, Blaring horns etc. </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Almost every day I take around 45 min to cover a distance of 10 KMs, which is not that bad considering the other Metro Standards..</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Well the reason behind this post is definitely not the traffic jams I come across, but One dedicated individual who manages it. There happens to be a busy junction which needs to be crossed for entering to my office complex. There was this traffic cop who always used to GUARD that particular junction. This guy was never like the regular traffic cop that one usually sees on the roads. </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">He was always well dressed, with neatly pressed white shirt and Khakhi trousers, Well polished brown shoes, and a very prominent gold framed Shades which used to be in stark contrast with his dark complexion. His stern face was graced by a thick moustache which kind of gave a strong message to the world as to who is in Command !</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This guy was extremely strict, used to keep every road user on their toes. When he is in command, no vehicle is supposed to cross the yellow line before the signal, (which invariably is crossed by every single vehicle owner ), No Vehicle is supposed to honk,</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">pedestrians are supposed to cross only using the zebra crossing, no one is allowed to just run across the road etc etc.. All those things which every Indian thinks is his / her birth right, were forbidden when he was around. Even though I have been using the route for almost a year, I happened to notice this chap only when he actually screwed my happiness in front of the entire public.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I was as usual waiting impatiently at the signal willing to zoom by as soon as the signal turns green.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Suddenly I see this cop rushing towards me with all the vigor and he shouted at me. It was then I realized that I had crossed the yellow line next to the signal by a few feet. I did so without thinking as there were several other vehicles also ahead of the line. Though I was fuming at him at that time later I realized he was doing the right thing of making the crazy Indian roads a safer place to be. So, after this incidence, I always used to notice him at the signal. He was just the same to everybody who breaks the rules regardless of the fact if he is a pedestrian, a car, a two wheeler, a Bus or even if it’s a COP CAR. Yes I have seen him screaming his lungs out at a police car driver for jumping the signal. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I used to respect him for what he does. Neither the soaring temperatures of the Chennai summers used to burn his spirit nor the heavy rains could manage to dampen his motivation. He was always there at his best possible foot forward.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Off late something has been bothering me. </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">For the past 1 week I haven’t seen him at his post. There was some other cop managing the junction, and the chaos was definitely not manageable by the new guy. At least I feel so. Initially I thought he wasn’t keeping well.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Then I thought he might have been relocated to some other place. Gradually this thought just slipped my mind. And everyone including me was back to their usual self, I mean in terms of crossing the line, Jumping the signals etc..</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A few days pass by then suddenly I see our cop back at his post. I wished he recognized me, because I wanted to pass on a Hi to him and say how glad was I to see him back on Job. Unfortunately I noticed something different. He seemed to have lost the characteristic sternness on his face. His shirt was half out and was full of creases, He was unshaven, his thick moustache had lot of grey hair peeping out, He wasn’t wearing his shades and</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">to top it all, I didn’t see the vigor in him in handling the flow. Pedestrians were running across the road, Vehicles were jumping signals, bikers were cutting in form the wrong side of the road and to all this our cop was just a silent spectator. Had it been an isolated situation like for a day or so, It wouldn’t have bothered me. But this has been happening for the past one week.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I seriously wish that he gets back to his form and vigor and takes control of what I feel belonged to him. He would have been just another shabby traffic cop for me had I not known how he was, had I not seen how he used to command and get respect from all the road users alike. This is exactly the reason that was bothering me. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I have no idea what he is going through, what is bothering him, but whatever it is I just hope he comes out of it. May be, there isn’t anything that is bothering him, but just that his current state reminds me a bit of myself when I had lost track of life… And believe me its not a pleasant phase to go through!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I hope everything gets back to normal soon…</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cheers</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Kash!!!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358176715459498282.post-82972644584412109042009-12-19T02:29:00.001-08:002009-12-19T03:56:41.291-08:00Experiences of an Oriental World - Hanoi, Vietnam<div><div><div><div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I have been fortunate enough to visit Taiwan, Hong Kong, Singapore etc. But I wasn’t ready for what I had in store in Hanoi, Vietnam. I am dedicating this post specifically to this ever welcoming country mainly because it has risen like a dragon after all the sufferings and troubles. I have used this phrase because Hanoi is called as the <b><i>"The City of the Soaring Dragon"</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I landed in Hanoi on a cold Sunday morning when the temperatures were an all time low during the year. It was around 8 Degrees Celsius.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">An me being me had carefully packed all my pullovers and jackets safely inside the check in Luggage. Man it was teeth shattering cold all over. To add to my woes, it started drizzling. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span></span>Here I landed in a Non – English speaking country with my thermal wear neatly locked inside my check in Luggage (The keys of which I had conveniently misplaced), my International calling card wasn’t activated and to my Horror I had lost the tiny bit of paper where I had jotted down the address of the guest house ! Yikes… </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span></span>What a start.. !</span></span></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Suddenly I recollected I had the address in my Notes inbox. Had to access it somehow. Boy was I lucky.. I just thanked my stars for what happened next.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span></span>I just tried accessing the WI-FI available at the Airport and for some stupid reason it wasn’t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span></span>connecting to the network. Finally I blew my lid and shouted what the F..!, without realizing how loud I was.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There was an astonishingly pretty female next to me.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I became all red faced and apologized to her, but the beautiful New Zealander could relate to my feelings very well. She was sweet enough to offer her laptop which was already connected to the network. I pulled out the address only to find out her hotel was just three blocks away from my guest house. I couldn’t believe this was happening. (Trust me such a thing has never happened to me !I mean eeeevvvvveeeer ! </span><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">J</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">) So we shared the cab, and some chats and also spend some time at the café in her hotel..</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Man, I have never been so thankful for using the F word in my life..</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I loved Vietnam from the very first day itself… Wow !</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hanoi – Imagine a city where the exotic chic of old Asia blends with the dynamic face of New Asia. Where the medieval and modern co-exist. Hanoi is where imagination becomes a reality. A mass of motor bikes swarms through the tangled web of streets and that is the Old Quarter, which is the best place to check out the Pulse of this resurgent city. The hustle bustle of a regular metro, the calmness of a fantastic countryside, the architectural marvels of ancient pagodas (temples), the Vivid reminders of the past like the war monuments and museums and the ever vibrant night markets and the exuberant night life with more than 1000 night clubs and pubs reveal the spread of this fabulous city.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkvWB0Qi_MPsovqZ4zAUd-STUxLxEPTtG7KQmFzVUIqBNB6ca2aBpBK5wrq-ne73LyzPISStlGTJ_mtTmApocMWj3lAGAp1vY_00Ct0NWfwtJlJXxnJl5IZeB170DTPQk-yECe87Tcy-j7/s1600-h/phpUGhpKNAM.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkvWB0Qi_MPsovqZ4zAUd-STUxLxEPTtG7KQmFzVUIqBNB6ca2aBpBK5wrq-ne73LyzPISStlGTJ_mtTmApocMWj3lAGAp1vY_00Ct0NWfwtJlJXxnJl5IZeB170DTPQk-yECe87Tcy-j7/s200/phpUGhpKNAM.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416894888932031474" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The more time I spent in this beautiful city, the more I started liking the city. The day starts very early for the people here.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">All the shops, and Offices are up and running by 8 AM in the morning. The days are really busy for the locals here. The most interesting part is the the lunch break is a solid 2 hours which includes a good lunch and an hour long Nap. Yes, they do take a nap in the office itself.. Neat huh?</span></p></div></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The variety of food available here is just out of this world. If you are an individual appreciating N.Veg, then you would be flooded with options. You get Chicken, Mutton, Beef, Squid, Octopus, Snake Meat, Dog meat, Shrimps, Sea Horses, just to name a few. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span></span>Of these, I did try out Snake meat, Snake Venom wine (One of the most deadliest wine I have ever tasted), and DOG meat !</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span></span>Beat that…</span></p></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyrQWSIMKeK-y8XMWIbVjpbxDJLDSfSoyvyyz1yWf3DwdNHJV3FgyXu6-CbBhMivr9zFm8o4lGGvJGWgNqZpR6GRYjJZIS7mnpjO81dD-dvFH124RdrnYDPyCtTFhT3iJVjLXMAnJH-_7D/s1600-h/phpeWxN5aAM.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyrQWSIMKeK-y8XMWIbVjpbxDJLDSfSoyvyyz1yWf3DwdNHJV3FgyXu6-CbBhMivr9zFm8o4lGGvJGWgNqZpR6GRYjJZIS7mnpjO81dD-dvFH124RdrnYDPyCtTFhT3iJVjLXMAnJH-_7D/s200/phpeWxN5aAM.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416902189366391474" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The Hoan Kiem Lake which decorates the centre of the city is the best place to laze around in the evening. It is the epicenter of multiple markets which sell anything from local snacks to watches to shoes to Gold. Apart from this the Ho-Chi-Minh museum, the presidential Palace, the one pillar Pagoda, the Ho-Chi-Minh Mausoleum etc are places that definitely draws the attention of the tourists and locals alike. And it definitely didn’t fail to pull me as well.</span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtQJ__DPXSJJ0YoDhULZ90rQTpysYGpUxXnM54eiZ1oOP9G09YhyphenhyphenZtM76MnSJEeuO55V-5I-0ofrstIDgZsbIq__Wc267WL9nldkcN4uNXomdpihxFKIEiRB8NDJBe_E9YNccAF-pJDkGI/s1600-h/php6o8pA3AM.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtQJ__DPXSJJ0YoDhULZ90rQTpysYGpUxXnM54eiZ1oOP9G09YhyphenhyphenZtM76MnSJEeuO55V-5I-0ofrstIDgZsbIq__Wc267WL9nldkcN4uNXomdpihxFKIEiRB8NDJBe_E9YNccAF-pJDkGI/s200/php6o8pA3AM.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416902841113575362" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">For all the while I spent in Hanoi, I was just appreciative of this city which had come up with a vengeance considering its troubled rather ravaged history. I developed a particular liking for the country which has a very strong background it its present state which also reveals the strong fighting spirit of the people who dwell in this country.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A few pictures dedicated to the beauty of this wonderful City... </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The snap below was taken at the Ho-Chi-Minh Mausoleum, one of the major landmarks in the city of Hanoi</span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7UsNVMlPeha5LhPaq0oxp5nzRG8JvDwppHP9WcI_zSusAcpOIwzqbDoKz49ZTERszorVlwh6_dfB6l5qL6NIkhok4TqcZwLiiu1rfqkRWYsrQl8Nyp3IFZvqSGaZwlPYxvvZqRx19F1Y3/s1600-h/phpa9X16lAM.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7UsNVMlPeha5LhPaq0oxp5nzRG8JvDwppHP9WcI_zSusAcpOIwzqbDoKz49ZTERszorVlwh6_dfB6l5qL6NIkhok4TqcZwLiiu1rfqkRWYsrQl8Nyp3IFZvqSGaZwlPYxvvZqRx19F1Y3/s200/phpa9X16lAM.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416903375002815074" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The snap below is the Presidential Palace of Ho-Chi Minh, where he lived on and off from 1958-69. It is an upmarket interpretation of the traditional rural living and has been preserved just the way "Ho" left it...</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwLG0AJC2O7tvn_nHiaoZBPd9PasPU399F4FU7WqA8lmNb0bDFZEGSGxYQQGHymec5aaVfg-HEwlpxcHo7Uz0lvY3l886pTukx8YZU6SiU6SkUH-zdaqYVbzDOTjnARWpoAN6-kb7Ek2ll/s1600-h/phpIhXcdYAM.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwLG0AJC2O7tvn_nHiaoZBPd9PasPU399F4FU7WqA8lmNb0bDFZEGSGxYQQGHymec5aaVfg-HEwlpxcHo7Uz0lvY3l886pTukx8YZU6SiU6SkUH-zdaqYVbzDOTjnARWpoAN6-kb7Ek2ll/s200/phpIhXcdYAM.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416903978179365122" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The following pic is that of the Army museum and the Museum of Vietnamese revolution displaying the Soviet and Chinese equipment alongside French and US-made weapons captured during years of War fare..</span></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAS_BO1zMMgePCIOHUWZ3JXkKtXdP5GIRc-ku9ie7OxuDNL2w3JewJ4ZEzEX63Pa4_5AMLtDMJQplMP52rjYqx32MDOwS11NY23OtvhghOVAkOecuc02lOvztCEsirlDxI4bTjRMAyjBl0/s1600-h/phprNYU2kAM.jpg"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAS_BO1zMMgePCIOHUWZ3JXkKtXdP5GIRc-ku9ie7OxuDNL2w3JewJ4ZEzEX63Pa4_5AMLtDMJQplMP52rjYqx32MDOwS11NY23OtvhghOVAkOecuc02lOvztCEsirlDxI4bTjRMAyjBl0/s200/phprNYU2kAM.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416905991760433538" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><div><div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I do have plenty of pictures to be shared. I would pass on the Picasa link for all those who are interested to know further.. I have deliberately not written about one of the best places I have visited in Vietnam - Halong Bay. This was deliberate coz just a plain mention of that wonderful place wouldn't have done justice to it.. Hence contemplating on the idea of Dedicating an enitre post describing the umpteen number of breath taking places i got to see... </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Till then.. Ciao Folks..</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cheers..</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Kash !</span></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358176715459498282.post-77080865612454179632009-12-17T05:46:00.000-08:002009-12-17T10:17:12.309-08:00Tag Along......<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;">I would like to thank <a href="http://wwwscribblingsonthewall.blogspot.com/"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">Shas</span></b></a> for tagging me into this.. I have made an attempt to be as honest as possible... </span></div><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div> <strong><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><strong><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">RULES</span></span></strong><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">: Respond and rework – answer these questions on your blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own, and add one more question to the list. </span></span></span></div></strong></span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"></p><ol><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What is your current obsession?</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><em><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Attempts at understanding What I want?</span></span></em></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What are you wearing today?</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><em><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cargo Shorts and a Sleeveless Tee</span></span></em></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What’s for dinner?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Whatever is available on the menu in the near by Dhaba.. </span></span></em></span><em><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Wingdings;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">J</span></span></em></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What’s the last thing you bought?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Let me make it last </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Things</span></b></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> .. Two Bottles of Jack Daniel’s premium scotch Whiskey, A Watch for myself and Loads of Chocolates …</span></span></em></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What are you listening to right now?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Always the last to Know – Del Amitri</span></span></em></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What do you think about the person who tagged you?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A fantastic Blogger.. Someone whose blog is so vibrant and full of action that it doesn’t fail to generate an excitement every time I visit it. This is basically coz the posts are exactly a mirror image of her thoughts without any adulteration.. Her interests in Trekking and Photography reveal her love for nature and an eye to appreciate the same..<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; "><em><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hey BTW, would love to see your work of art through your camera as well, coz I share a similar interest in capturing beautiful moments through the lens.. </span></span></em><em><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Wingdings;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">J</span></span></em></span></span></span></em></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A Bunglow at Munnar, Kerala</span></span></em></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What are your must-have pieces for summer?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My Ipod, My Shades, and of course, My Bike</span></span></em></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">To the top of Alps, Switzerland</span></span></em></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Which language do you want to learn?</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><em><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There is something very classy about Spanish. So Spanish it is… </span></span></em></span></span></em></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What’s your favourite quote?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“Of all the things I have lost, I miss my mind the most.” – Read it on a T-shirt, but just loved it !! </span></span></em></span><em><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Wingdings;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">J</span></span></em></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Who do you want to meet right now?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Someone who was and still is very special to my heart !</span></i></span></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What is your favorite color?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Black</span></span></em></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What is your favorite piece of clothing in your own closet?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A faded navy blue slim fit jeans.</span></span></em><span class="apple-converted-space"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></i></span></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What is your dream job?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> To travel around the world, meet all types of people..</span></span></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What’s your favourite magazines?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Overdrive, Autocar, Readers’ Digest, The Economist</span></span></em></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Another one of those expensive Watches</span></span></em></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What do you consider a fashion faux pas?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Women in Platform heals.. Yikes !!!</span></span></em></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Who according to you is the most over-rated style icon?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Gauri Khan (wife of SRK) (I stick with your answer Shas.. </span></span></em></span><em><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Wingdings;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">J</span></span></em><em><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">)</span></span></em></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What kind of haircut do you prefer?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Jus the regular trimming..</span></span></em></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What are you going to do after this?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Work.. Loads of office work to be completed.. Naa.. Doze off !! </span></span></em></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Who is your favourite sport star?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Lewis Hamilton, F1, Mclaren Mercedes.</span></span></em></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What are three cosmetic/makeup/perfume products that you can't live without?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My Perfume, Hair gel, </span></span></em><span class="apple-converted-space"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Moisturizer. Can’t believe I just said that…. </span></i></span></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What inspires you?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My past..</span></span></em></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Give us three styling tips that always work for you:</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Blue Denim and White shirt, A Cap and My attitude..</span></span></em></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What do you do when you “have nothing to wear” (even though your closet’s packed)? I make a compromise and settle for something </span></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Coffee or tea?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Coffee it is.. </span></span></em></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What do you do when you are feeling low or terribly depressed?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Music.. love it..</span></span></em></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What is your nickname?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ash ,Ashu, Akki.. That’s it.. you cant trick me into revealing everything here....No way… </span></span></em></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Which other blogs do you love visiting?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The Midnight Sun, Whrahoolz Ramblings, I am Here to stay the list just goes on and on..</span></span></em></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Favorite Dessert/Sweet?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Chocolate Ice cream..</span></span></em></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Favorite Season?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Winter.. </span></span></em></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If I come to your house now, what would u cook for me?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I am a very bad Chef, but stil you get a very nice warm cup of Coffee and a fantastic Plate of Hot Maggi Noodles.. That’s what I was actually about to prepare.. Wink wink.</span></span></em></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What is the right way to avoid people who purposefully hurt you?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Forget about their existence in this world !</span></span></em></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What are you afraid of the most?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Reliving the past.</span></span></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If you could undo any one of your past actions or acts which would be that? </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Would have never said YES !</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></i></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My Question:</span></span></b></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> What does one have to do to live a Care free life forever?</span></span></span></li></ol><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358176715459498282.post-48497854839636064372009-12-15T06:06:00.001-08:002009-12-15T06:18:15.759-08:00Bierut.. A Delightful Surprise.. !<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A Perfect Middle Eastern evening settles over the Mediterranean and the Palm lined Boulevards of Central Beirut comes alive with the lights and the Sizzle of the traffic. Scruffy guys in suits exchange the city's ubiquitous English-Arabic-French greeting -"Hey-kifak-ca-va" ? (How are you?), and fashionista babes adding all the glamour that is needed to the most vibrant street in Central Beirut - Monot Street !</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgctwLmI2bm9njZI7Tp15IqLvSwYRVaYoHhsFrYAKTN4YQtU0F1EkkzwmsON9_ohTXrDbtJyx0XX7kj_CxfKnrMEZOMALLbU2f7PxD5y04f3RzU593zxqAvzBF67KavB56jeVCi_monI0cO/s1600-h/IMG_0520.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgctwLmI2bm9njZI7Tp15IqLvSwYRVaYoHhsFrYAKTN4YQtU0F1EkkzwmsON9_ohTXrDbtJyx0XX7kj_CxfKnrMEZOMALLbU2f7PxD5y04f3RzU593zxqAvzBF67KavB56jeVCi_monI0cO/s200/IMG_0520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415464908771752370" /></a><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Watching the bubbly flows, the radiating smiles, the vibrant and excited levels of energy the easy going, carefree attitude, I could not suppress the insistent question : </span></span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My God.. Is this really </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Beirut?</span></span></span></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This</span></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> question popped into my head mainly coz of the flutter that was created the day it was known that I was supposed to go to Beirut, Lebanon, for a customer visit. There were loads of people giving me all sorts of information download about the country's history, the rigidity of the place, the hostile conditions etc.. But their concern was justified...</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Only 3 years ago, the city was under assault. And just one year ago, Lebanon was struggling to choose a President. As it finally emerged from all the chaos and conflict, the image of Beirut was tarnished and demoralised. But today, the atmosphere in this wonderful city - a place that much of the world still associates with civil wars, Sectarian strife and Political Assassinations - is remarkably upbeat and 100% charged up !</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The fact that the New York Times has named Beirut as the top travel destination for 2009 stays as a record to the statement that the city is on a major comeback ! The city is on its way for reclaiming its title as the "Paris of the Middle-East" !</span></span></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTcQ-HYn_AL26D9s8BVSf4gBKVQgVIWNagrxQ1tPZunJZUoeX_h0HwHWLHWcomKBIUU0l5LKKLklHcc7i4i2DXf59_b1PBThsmfJn8ozYLIIeemOA28II1e3OtKJjftzPnIG8SfPJ0T_Ze/s1600-h/downtown-Beirut.jpg"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTcQ-HYn_AL26D9s8BVSf4gBKVQgVIWNagrxQ1tPZunJZUoeX_h0HwHWLHWcomKBIUU0l5LKKLklHcc7i4i2DXf59_b1PBThsmfJn8ozYLIIeemOA28II1e3OtKJjftzPnIG8SfPJ0T_Ze/s200/downtown-Beirut.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415464291180323522" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And boy was I in for a pleasant surprise. Because of the opinions I heard from lots of people before travelling, I had already made up an image about the city, and believe me it wasn't pretty. This whole thing made the entire trip so exciting, basically because any place I visited on my 3 day trip was just hell bent on proving my assumptions wrong about the City..</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph;line-height:normal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Be it the all night long beach clubs that line the coast, or the never ending rows of French Cafes, restaurants and eateries, or the very famous Lebanese food, nothing failed to amuse me, and I was just loving every single moment of it. There wasn't anything typical of Middle East associated with Beirut..</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph;line-height:normal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I mean, first of all the Primary Language is not Arabic. French is also a widely accepted language. The USD is a widely accepted currency than the Lebanese Pound. The weather is amazingly lovely and finally, one look at the babes and you will know Na --ah ! This place is definitely not part of the Middle East !</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph;line-height:normal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All I have to say is that never make an opinion based on what people around you say. Had I backed out thinking that it would be unsafe to visit Lebanon, I would have missed one of the most wonderful experiences of my life....</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph;line-height:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">More on that later... I leave the rest to you guys to decide.. :)</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph;line-height:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cheers..</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph;line-height:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Kash</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358176715459498282.post-39494663985466408192009-12-10T04:46:00.000-08:002009-12-10T04:58:06.703-08:00Guilty or Innocent ?<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I owe a major one to Amrit… I am really sorry for the long delay in completing the tag buddy.. But its better late than never ryt??</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">So here is it goes and the tag name is Innocent..or Guilty? Please read the rules carefully! </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">RULE 1</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">- You can only say Guilty or Innocent. </span></span></span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">RULE 2</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">- You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">RULE 3</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">- Copy and paste this into your notes, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag to your friends.. </span></span></div></span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:12.0pt;margin-bottom: 0in;margin-left:-6.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"></p><ul><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Asked someone to marry you?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ever kissed someone of the same sex?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Innocent.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">.</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Danced on a table in a bar?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Innocent</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ever told a lie?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty …No survival without this.. </span></span></b></span><b><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">J</span></span></span></b></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have back?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Kissed a picture?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Slept in until 5 PM?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Innocent.. 2PM is the limit… </span></span></b></span><b><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">J</span></span></span></b></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Fallen asleep at work/school?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Held a snake?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Been suspended from school?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Innocent</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Worked at a fast food restaurant?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Innocent</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Stolen from a store?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Innocent</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Been fired from a job?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Innocent.. uuh… Not yet I believe.. ;)</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Done something you regret?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty </span></span></b></span><b><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">L</span></span></span></b></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? </span></span></span><b><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Innocent.. Yuck…</span></span></span></b></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Caught a snowflake on your tongue?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Innocent.. Never got a chance till date in 25 years.. Can you beat that???</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Kissed in the rain?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty… It was awesome :)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> …</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sat on a roof top?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Kissed someone you shouldn’t?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty.. Still cant believe it happened..</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sang in the shower?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty.. Always.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">.</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Innocent.. Was in my Shorts.. ;)</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Shaved your head?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Had a boxing membership?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Innocent.. (Hey Amrit, Did u Add this question???)</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Made a girlfriend cry?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Been in a band?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Innocent</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Shot a gun?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Donated Blood?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty..</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Eaten alligator meat?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Innocent</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Eaten cheesecake?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Still love someone you shouldn’t?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Have/had a tattoo?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Innocent</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Liked someone, but will never tell who?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Been too honest?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ruined a surprise?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you couldn’t walk afterward?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Erased someone in your friends list?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Dressed in a woman’s clothes (if you’re a guy) or man’s clothes (if you’re a girl)?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty…</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Joined a pageant?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Innocent</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Had communication with your ex?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty….</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Got totally drunk on the night before exam?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty</span></span></b></span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Got totally angry that you cried so hard?</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Guilty</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></b></span></li></ul><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 12pt; margin-left: -6pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 14.25pt; "><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Wow.. I have scored </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">26…. </span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Now that’s a pretty decent score I believe..</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">J </span></span></b></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358176715459498282.post-88308110697930875692009-11-27T17:25:00.000-08:002009-11-27T17:37:07.672-08:00My Apologies...<div style="text-align: justify;">My Sincere apologies to all those people, who might have visited my blog only to find that its as dead as before... [Not that many people would have visited, but just to keep my self motivation high, lets assume there has been a huge traffic to my blog... :-)]</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The reason being Travelling and loads of it... Some domestic, some International... etc.. I have been longing to share my experiences on the same, but unfortunately never could spare the time for the creative self to get in action..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am currently in Hanoi, Vietnam juggling around between enormous work related pressures plus enjoying the unexplored patterns of this side of the world....</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I would love to share my experiences as soon as I get some time out. But to get myself started, I am completing a tag by <a href="http://thoughtworld.wordpress.com"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;">Amrit</span></b></a>, the only guy who frequently visits my blog and encourages me to continue..... :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358176715459498282.post-18642284570603557012009-09-25T11:51:00.000-07:002009-09-25T12:11:38.709-07:00An Ode to Homemakers....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQh78mxJonR7CacbPqHu3Yg3K15u8WkEF-4ojHosmTbpaWVfHTkSASfD0vK5NMEFNhZBftyuH2mTeRJkt_jLYY1R7yYVG9uWNuvyL-n7ZlPepYQOYPbfzkgY13HKWlk8fMg1cbXdHQk4jC/s1600-h/6a00d83452ceb069e200e54ffdbd9a8834-800wi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385484444408634978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQh78mxJonR7CacbPqHu3Yg3K15u8WkEF-4ojHosmTbpaWVfHTkSASfD0vK5NMEFNhZBftyuH2mTeRJkt_jLYY1R7yYVG9uWNuvyL-n7ZlPepYQOYPbfzkgY13HKWlk8fMg1cbXdHQk4jC/s200/6a00d83452ceb069e200e54ffdbd9a8834-800wi.jpg" border="0" /></a>Have you ever felt that you are carrying the whole weight of the world onyour shoulder? Why is it that only you have to do everything to keep thethings moving? Why should only you struggle to make your house a home?<br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Well these questions were pondering in my mind on a Friday evening. It wasraining heavily and I was completely drenched on the way to my home fromoffice. The first thing I wanted was a nice hot cup of Ginger Tea, Coz no matter what, there is no combination better than heavy rain and hot tea. Irushed to the kitchen only to find that the Fridge didn’t have any milk in it. I braved the rain, went to the nearest departmental store and purchaseda packet of milk. I went back to the kitchen, all excited with the thoughtof having a hot tea. But things were not going my way. I found out that theGas cylinder was empty. No matter how much I try and extract the last bitof LPG from the cylinder, the burner wouldn’t budge. I was pissed, butthere was nothing I could do for a cup of tea. I mumbled a bit but thenrealised the best thing to do is accept the fact. So I decided to watchTV..</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">The hunt was on for the remote amongst the stack of magazines, CDs, andnewspapers and finally the remote. Switched on the TV, tuned in to themovie category only to be welcomed by a blank screen. There was a messagefrom Tata Sky – “ Dear subscriber, Your services have been temporarilywithdrawn for non-payment of the monthly subscription charges. Please makethe payment immediately to resume your services..” OH craap !! I forgot topay the charges.. Bloody hell !! No TV, and that too its a weekend !! Nooo !!</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">It was a good Friday evening. Our plans for a party had to be cancelled cozof the heavy rains. So I thought of spending some quality time at home allby myself as my roomie had also left for his hometown. But little did iknow what was in store for me! </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">All pissed and irritated, I finally decided to catch up with my friendsonline and I barged into the bedroom to grab my laptop. By the time thelappy was booting up, I had somehow managed to calm myself down. I clickedon the Mozilla browser, and by default hit the Facebook URL. You won’tbelieve, I was again welcomed by an alert message. – “Dear Airtel Customer,Please pay the current month outstanding amount to enjoy uninterruptedservices”.. I was spell bound. Have never felt so frustrated in life. I waslike wondering, why is it that only I have to do everything. Why aren’t myroommates concerned at all? But what is the point.With nothing working in favour of me and left with no choices, I decided toread a novel. Still feeling irritated, Pissed and helpless somehow byaround 12.30, I slept off.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">But unfortunately, it was not over yet. I had to wake up the very next day,early in the morning as the maid had already come. Still groggy, somehowmanaged to get up, opened the door and went back to sleep, only to be wokenup by the maid, as there was no detergent powder and she couldn’t wash the clothes. I just could not believe it was happening to me. There are so many things to be taken care of in the house. I somehow told the maid to washthe clothes the next day, and finally just managed to doze off again.The door bell goes off again. It was the cook. Yes ! We have a cook. Abachelor’s boon. But not necessarily mine. She enters the kitchen andshouts out a list of things not available ranging from vegetables to atta and so on.. Man I had to finally pay her extra 50 bucks to go buy it andthen prepare brunch for me !! Add to it the additional effort of makingher understand how to prepapre the normal roti – sabji without adding herown favourite masalas.. My God !! No one can ever dare to taste itagain... he he...</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">This was the time when i truly missed my Mom.. It is only now that Irealise how difficult it would have been for her to manage me, my sis, Dadthe maid, the cable wala, the newspaper wala, the household shopping etcetc etc.. the list goes on and on and on.... She never ever made any of usuncomfortable. Whatever we wanted was always available. She used to solely manage the entire household with such great perfection that I had almosttaken it for granted. It is now when I have to personally manage thesethings that I realise the difficulty.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">I want to take this opportunity to salute all wonderful homemakers who havebeen making houses as homes for so many years and meeting the needs of theentire family....</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I salute u Ma...</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Cheers..Kash !</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358176715459498282.post-43164468774741237172009-09-24T12:56:00.000-07:002009-09-24T13:04:22.778-07:00A Reason to Celebrate...<div align="justify">It was a regular day in Office.. The same old Client presentations, the same old pretending to be busy etc etc.. Somehow spent 11 hours in office and reached home.. As expected out of a typical Bachelor, the first thing I did was to turn on the Television.<br /><br />I love the company of some good music especially when I am alone at home. So the obvious choice was VH1. Made myself a cup of tea all the while enjoying the latest number from Lady Gaga. Finally I freshened up and decided to watch a beautiful series on Discovery Channel – TIME WARP.. ( A Genuine statement to people who have not watched it.. you are missing something).. And so I was watching Time Warp and enjoying every bit of it till the inevitable ad break..<br /><br />I was just staring at the screen when suddenly one ad caught my attention… <strong><em><span style="color:#009900;">My Hero, My Daughter… Celebrate Daughters’ day on 27th September, with Archies Cards..</span></em></strong> I was like.. Duh.. WTF… Daughters’ Day. Hey... I am not against the Fairer sex or anything like that. I am just amused by the way these Greeting card companies make regular calendar days something really important.. I mean, no one ever celebrated these kinda stuff had these Greeting Card companies not made cards on Mothers’ Day, Fathers’ Day, Teachers’ Day even Valentine’s Day. I mean there is nothing wrong in it, but somewhere I feel the emotional value is getting lost... (I am bound to find plety of differences in opinion in this context)<br /><br />But now , somehow I feel there has to be a limit somewhere. There is nothing wrong in Celebrating a day specially for someone, but there has to be a history behind it. There is a specific reason why Valentine’s day is celebrated, why Teachers; Day is celebrated and so on. But Daughters’ Day – on what context.. May be I am ignorant or unaware, but I don’t think the significance of an Intense relationship between a Father, Mother and their children should intensify on a particular day! It is something to be celebrated throughout ones’ life…<br /><br />May Be I am thinking too much.. May be it would be better if I set my mind at rest and enjoy the next episode of Time Warp…<br /><br />Disclaimer -- I have nothing against the celebration of any day, Just that I personally feel that the significance of certain relationships are lost into thin air behind the marketing gimmicks by a few companies..<br /><br />Cheers.. I sign off...<br /> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358176715459498282.post-68652728843931235532009-09-21T10:19:00.000-07:002009-09-21T10:51:08.364-07:00Destination Unknown….<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPaqbfllePsm8iF2qwbpJEJcSiyv97YbbP1Iu2QoGFnyf4TmM6dhXVzlQJhQKasXUl9LldqUqOd5h1MRZfc9v55ol_pBzLL0R3jY4nbe2ezmHTzQZR0FMyKU71Vhq2nu0dZN3-zHuutIdA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383975667287870514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPaqbfllePsm8iF2qwbpJEJcSiyv97YbbP1Iu2QoGFnyf4TmM6dhXVzlQJhQKasXUl9LldqUqOd5h1MRZfc9v55ol_pBzLL0R3jY4nbe2ezmHTzQZR0FMyKU71Vhq2nu0dZN3-zHuutIdA/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a> “Kabhi Kissi Anjaan sheher keliye ticket kata ke dekho”… Be Born Again….. these words said by Amir Khan in the latest Titan ad were echoing in my head all the while I was travelling in the Bus… </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Everything started with a wedding invite that I received from a very good friend of mine. The D day was on 23rd of August and the venue was a small village somewhere in Tamil Nadu. Well that was the only information I had… Along with a mandate that no matter what I was supposed to attend the wedding at any cost ! However I was assured by my friend that he will ensure I land up safely at the right venue.. :)<br />You will not believe, I had no clue where this village was till the final date of travel as the tickets were booked by another one of our friends who was travelling along with me to the wedding. Finally, after loads of struggle, I somehow managed to find out the destination. It was close to Tanjore, the haven of traditional art forms paintings and the ever famous Tanjore temple. But still this wasn’t the exact location. But at least I knew where I was headed to – Close to Tanjore… he he..<br /><br />So we boarded the bus on Friday night and reached the location on Saturday morning 7.30. It was finally when I got out of the bus (No Volvos or AC buses to the destination… Only an old rickety bus, which is probably meant to run only on country sides….) that I realised that I actually am in one of the remotest place in Tamil Nadu that I have ever visited. Apparently the ‘close to Tanjore' was an eye wash made by my friend who probably didn’t want to take the pains to explain where the hell we were off to. I realised that we were around 170 KM away from Tanjore and 380 KM away from Chennai...<br /><br />Well the name of the Village or rather hamlet was ‘PATTUKOTTAI’. If translated literally into English, meant SILK FORT. It was altogether a different feeling. No hustle bustle of Automobiles, no blaring horns, no busy people running around. There were no Auto rickshaws. Only Govt buses were the means of transportation. That too one bus every 5 hours. One can slightly get a feeling as to what kind of place it would be.<br /><br />But what changed my perception was the Tanjore – Pattukottai bus trip. I could experience the real beauty of the unspoilt, unpolluted countryside... Long winding (surprisingly well maintained) roads through acres or rather hectares of lush green Paddy fields on both sides dancing to glory to the tunes of the wind. The roads were rarely occupied by vehicles. Cows, Buffaloes, and occasionally the tractors used to crowd the roads near small towns. It was a beautiful experience all in all.<br /><br />I was feeling totally out of place in a plain Blue Denim and Grey Tee. The rest of the Junta were in the traditional White Dhotis and White Shirt. I could feel as though the entire village was staring at me with amusement. And finally, after a two and a half hour long journey we finally reached the marriage venue.<br /><br /><br />The entire family was there to welcome us. It was a royal treatment that we got. I was taken aback by the warmth and the affection being showered on us. Suddenly, the feeling that – Oh my God, where on earth have I landed, just disappeared. I was feeling really great.<br /><br />The marriage was purely traditional with the entire village attending the ceremony. It was a fantastic experience. The way the people of the village were taking pride in being part of the wedding was just too good. Small kids to young men had taken the responsibility to handle the function, from arranging the tables and chairs, serving the lunch etc. The females had taken up welcoming of the guests and collecting the gifts, ensuring that each one of the guests were well taken care of etc..<br /><br />This made me realise how distinct is the culture with in one state itself. It was a great feeling to be part of the entire function. Pattukottai and the wonderful people will remain etched in my mind for a long time.. </div><p><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Image Source: <a href="http://wallpaper4god.com/wallpapers/destination-unknown_299_1024x768.jpg">http://wallpaper4god.com/wallpapers/destination-unknown_299_1024x768.jpg</a></span></em></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358176715459498282.post-21815328616272745202009-07-20T10:47:00.000-07:002009-07-20T11:18:27.563-07:00Was it indeed a giant leap for all of Mankind ??<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGmvtXZ3gMM8j1pw9M0Q48XbbYuYLs73qxTpZSzo8hJEwjVBNNZEbgG8vy7_6Zqu02fYMVTD70boe7IpqShSBCPGKovrVXraAIsouYOUPteyF9h4WtgLmkPHswKUmZfjFPRqNXLlLQNsKj/s1600-h/NAM.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360606787271373634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGmvtXZ3gMM8j1pw9M0Q48XbbYuYLs73qxTpZSzo8hJEwjVBNNZEbgG8vy7_6Zqu02fYMVTD70boe7IpqShSBCPGKovrVXraAIsouYOUPteyF9h4WtgLmkPHswKUmZfjFPRqNXLlLQNsKj/s200/NAM.bmp" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">July 21st 1969.... God!! Its been 40 long years since Neil Armstrong had set his feet on the Moon.. 40 years. Its definitely a huge deal for the entire world...<br /></span><p align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">40 years of confusion and arguments and conspiracy theories.. 'Did man actually land on the Moon'?? I myself have been facing this internal conflict.. A major part of me wants to believe that Neil Armstrong was the first man, who made a Giant Leap for the entire mankind. But there is a tiny portion in my mind which compels me to think the opposite, No man ever landed on Moon.. </span></p><p align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">This thought is strongly supported by the number of evidences provided by various conspiracy theorists and secondly knowing the fact that the country in question is none other the United States !!!</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Whatever it is, I do not want to bring up the issue all over again and take away the charm from this big event. For now this is just a stoic response to a huge achievement of Mankind 40 years ago ! !! To support this even the world is about the witness the longest ever Solar eclipse in the past so many years.. Call it destiny or wat??</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358176715459498282.post-80987330750723344082009-07-19T05:19:00.000-07:002009-07-19T06:10:07.135-07:00The Exciting World of Ads !!<div align="justify">Ads… No matter how far you run, no matter where you hide, they will hunt you down and sell things that you want / don’t want / never even dreamt of having etc etc… That is the power of advertising!!<br /><br />I know for majority of people advertisements are something that find there way either into the most interesting part of a match, or exactly at a time when the movie is about to hit a climax!!! This being exactly the reason why they are hated by many…<br /><br />But for some strange reason, I have always admired the creativity that goes behind the Ads. I have deliberately made an effort to understand and appreciate the way in which the message is being communicated. The more indirect mode of communication, the more interested I am in the Ad..<br /><br />I believe that the Indian Ad world has come a long way in terms of the punch of the message, creativity and a much bolder theme. In terms of creativity, the first things that pops into my head is the Zoozoo ads of Vodafone. The ads were so powerful, that It has shook the entire media industry, to an extent that the Zoozoos have become the new face of Vodafone along with the “always loved” Pug. Subtle and simple messages were communicated so powerfully that it leaves a lasting impact on a person’s mind ! Kudos to the team behind it...</div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixvsSbhUOkmvrj87uC3_Mwbes-nb6lzS0N3Z4GdUolmPcHwdh2j0wHwXLPbowmjOrujo0ihsgkXyv_ywkEjzMiUqhJLQ5ggVJPelOBAlKrqnXU70cnprKT4OFOzxMnu8bfkIRXjkmT83U8/s1600-h/zoozoo7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360145752221225202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixvsSbhUOkmvrj87uC3_Mwbes-nb6lzS0N3Z4GdUolmPcHwdh2j0wHwXLPbowmjOrujo0ihsgkXyv_ywkEjzMiUqhJLQ5ggVJPelOBAlKrqnXU70cnprKT4OFOzxMnu8bfkIRXjkmT83U8/s200/zoozoo7.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="justify">The other ad which had grabbed my mindshare for a long time was the Happy Dent White chewing gum ad. The message – Eating this particular chewing gum helps in maintaining white teeth, was conveyed so dramatically with an added sense of humor that this particular ad went on to win the best ad in the 2007 awards.</div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOyrGZKMHodCSeaEw3t7n9EL5pds9S9QNo922li1YPjtYs0WysIwnwb0cseVIGSCm84ZoRzuj9VezDakkLO1iCErEujA6wUMVR8CXCA_ImVgfFHGpeOdPm2PXT-U-NRJ-xkJ9HZzAA4ZA3/s1600-h/HDW.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360146175246065474" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOyrGZKMHodCSeaEw3t7n9EL5pds9S9QNo922li1YPjtYs0WysIwnwb0cseVIGSCm84ZoRzuj9VezDakkLO1iCErEujA6wUMVR8CXCA_ImVgfFHGpeOdPm2PXT-U-NRJ-xkJ9HZzAA4ZA3/s200/HDW.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="justify">There are a loads of other ads worthy enough to be mentioned here, like the Pulsar 220, 2009 edition ad.. Fastest Indian on road, The latest Yamaha Mobike ads focusing on performance and the Brand, The HSBC Bank ad conveying the message that different people have different needs and loads of others.. Not jotting them down for want of space..</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy1YqZ0tzFeoQDnTCURBA4DFB4er54n9jOj7Fc3OJIwirzxXFgiruF4n8M_ygYgPbMRsCnCiddZvccTdxeg_ih2GGN8wVVWndLN0qCyWkMPmI7696Jbd6j9V64PEkyMUGl5-2iEYdOyla6/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360146854507681778" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy1YqZ0tzFeoQDnTCURBA4DFB4er54n9jOj7Fc3OJIwirzxXFgiruF4n8M_ygYgPbMRsCnCiddZvccTdxeg_ih2GGN8wVVWndLN0qCyWkMPmI7696Jbd6j9V64PEkyMUGl5-2iEYdOyla6/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a></p><p align="justify">I was earlier mentioning that the Indian Ad world has also evolved into a much mature industry, where bold and strong messages are being communicated. And the best part is that such messages are well accepted by the audience as well, which is indeed a positive development..<br /><br />For instance, the “Jo Bola, wohi Sikandar” ad on condom was a lot bolder than the older ads, or the Ipill emergency pills ads or the latest matrimonial website ads etc have helped the consumer shed the inhibitions associated with such products from their minds.<br /><br />Well, all of the above said, I still feel that Print ads are the best, as they convey the message in the best and shortest way possible, which tests the creativity to its limit !! I am just posting a collection of a few of the Ads which I found were really exceptional… So here goes..</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmqtJ6tAgDS0r4vl0VDqqPhyphenhyphen31UVzkwOTKBsNjiqGgTKYScpW6_I_ytDSg-v7DSuyGkqDdqxdFZSjikZRbb1uUOHF-hZ6nFyEQcXdC5JjMch1BRCQxhAzbf1W0r5m7k5uYKPF9aNId8IJ5/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360147981167420562" style="WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmqtJ6tAgDS0r4vl0VDqqPhyphenhyphen31UVzkwOTKBsNjiqGgTKYScpW6_I_ytDSg-v7DSuyGkqDdqxdFZSjikZRbb1uUOHF-hZ6nFyEQcXdC5JjMch1BRCQxhAzbf1W0r5m7k5uYKPF9aNId8IJ5/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="justify">A dramatic representation of the power of the Vitamin tablets.. The Plane crashes as it is hit by the ball... Awesome creativity !!!</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAu8UydYFKCqCesTGUEj8Xr5lbhM1oUV9iN-XqCXartBklZ0m9RZ4VD7TQxPvMYkT06QGaOrBV-W73XcbfhuYnOF3Eo22lk3xwvnFdlGdIoLRopJMPRCagIu_SwDAftiKl1uLc53B4DVtD/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360147986171453378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAu8UydYFKCqCesTGUEj8Xr5lbhM1oUV9iN-XqCXartBklZ0m9RZ4VD7TQxPvMYkT06QGaOrBV-W73XcbfhuYnOF3Eo22lk3xwvnFdlGdIoLRopJMPRCagIu_SwDAftiKl1uLc53B4DVtD/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>One of the best Hot Wheel ads i have ever witnessed..<br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDjTeasjyu0MYVhyphenhyphenhop_P6zM2qFva1xEuKsGXTLAvJMk4b1KSSQEyOm3SiwAl7NdudYWvUpZ__XLBVOheeAuUM5VrK8BgxPbl9ZsZMQ2Y69rsbQkS6W9VREEt2po_M8bYydbRaNVALsXWI/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360149067155012866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDjTeasjyu0MYVhyphenhyphenhop_P6zM2qFva1xEuKsGXTLAvJMk4b1KSSQEyOm3SiwAl7NdudYWvUpZ__XLBVOheeAuUM5VrK8BgxPbl9ZsZMQ2Y69rsbQkS6W9VREEt2po_M8bYydbRaNVALsXWI/s200/3.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>Never ever seen such a lovely Pepsi Ad.. :)<br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP2wpU-95gmK3OCaAGweWDzmNSRkz1IBsXMI4IJvTKbjp1dIBZSgUKNPWejTlVKBqMisXCnfae0DvE0m1f3znqmQMMHUOVLO0FUQHxAT_SNgSJwX78Gm0LjgD7WDXIqp3Z7Wk5MExNbCQ6/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360149478262224082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP2wpU-95gmK3OCaAGweWDzmNSRkz1IBsXMI4IJvTKbjp1dIBZSgUKNPWejTlVKBqMisXCnfae0DvE0m1f3znqmQMMHUOVLO0FUQHxAT_SNgSJwX78Gm0LjgD7WDXIqp3Z7Wk5MExNbCQ6/s200/5.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="justify">An awesome effort by the IWC Watches. This was done in all the public mode of transporation in Zurich !! Amazing... </div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbX6wl1vKxKUXNrZO2nrvjewjxUZonXBZJrl0xsWeCRLNs9muYI8V2ze2z6y6dUuQ_-RtgBJQMlzLTCEnHbVEtM-rcRhZqmqZxwlau9j-LvCsBRkreNFiAMJMwYti73c2qLI-Lgl09sCz6/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360149477811639778" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbX6wl1vKxKUXNrZO2nrvjewjxUZonXBZJrl0xsWeCRLNs9muYI8V2ze2z6y6dUuQ_-RtgBJQMlzLTCEnHbVEtM-rcRhZqmqZxwlau9j-LvCsBRkreNFiAMJMwYti73c2qLI-Lgl09sCz6/s200/4.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>The best way to communicate that the particular skin cream is the best !!<br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoHQ-6I93KPirVy2hzfr_9JWbonHI2DXnKe_y-jneh7x6weOz7mTAIF7TMaxAu7DyWTFcFR7sw8aRYXHh0M70QzmrxYuATJWCQso_8wNJwuMr1d0I-uKfFbzbRW0XWLLfJlJXiSukyhQMR/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360150615524600386" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoHQ-6I93KPirVy2hzfr_9JWbonHI2DXnKe_y-jneh7x6weOz7mTAIF7TMaxAu7DyWTFcFR7sw8aRYXHh0M70QzmrxYuATJWCQso_8wNJwuMr1d0I-uKfFbzbRW0XWLLfJlJXiSukyhQMR/s200/6.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="justify">This is creativity at its best, i would say. The Crown of the Beer bottle has a picture of the car. The minute you open the bottle the picture of the car is bent, with a message on the inside of the bottle... Dont Drink and Drive !! Awesome !!! Who would have ever thought of this.</div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpio2NoDDt8gd0tUXuVtFtePwdoDro-7GfTW-UGCl0qB0NcuOb9JcCKL_4ryFDt_EclgkL1tZsa8QzxSxIUc0XvxoA6e_Tgl5QyYHvY61sVmTgvSLGel6tMexX3iyHk8ilWNGuKRD7G3Hu/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360150608822006674" style="WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpio2NoDDt8gd0tUXuVtFtePwdoDro-7GfTW-UGCl0qB0NcuOb9JcCKL_4ryFDt_EclgkL1tZsa8QzxSxIUc0XvxoA6e_Tgl5QyYHvY61sVmTgvSLGel6tMexX3iyHk8ilWNGuKRD7G3Hu/s200/7.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left">Alright.. i am leaving this one for you guys to admire the thought... Go on.. ;)</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFSLYkryln0N27XalWlBgHaqEsqgVPllfI0FBkzRqiyYPblXkNUxDMT5YswLOwIMVuq8rJCmDy6Cws6qeeGVL9Ax-I0MmZi1YivwBA5ihMxpbEfbynD2IvJMOrjyoEpee7iYcvnbb2SaWY/s1600-h/pic32678.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360151851780842706" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFSLYkryln0N27XalWlBgHaqEsqgVPllfI0FBkzRqiyYPblXkNUxDMT5YswLOwIMVuq8rJCmDy6Cws6qeeGVL9Ax-I0MmZi1YivwBA5ihMxpbEfbynD2IvJMOrjyoEpee7iYcvnbb2SaWY/s200/pic32678.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="justify">Well since the Idea behind this particular ad is a bit serious had reserved it for the last. This was published immediately after the Bihar Floods (River Kosi).. The message was .. <strong><em>SAVE TREES, TREES SAVE! </em></strong>Hard hitting, but excellent...</p><p align="justify">Well, I admit that i got carried away, and suddenly realised the post has becme really long.. So in the interest of the readers I am resisting my temptations to post any more... </p><p align="justify">But a sincere request to everyone out there... please take a few minutes of your entertaiment time to admire the creativity behind these ads as well..... Thanks...</p><p align="justify">Cheers Ash....</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3